//------------------------------// // Art of the c- wait..... what was this chapter about again? (Feat. guest author RainbowBob) // Story: Wake up. See this. What do? - Part 2: Raise the Flag (comment driven story) // by RazortheAwesome //------------------------------// By the way, Miss Rarity, there is a certain uniform that compliments your personality quite well. I suggest that you start making it As Soon As Possible. God damn Rarity do the most sensible thing you seamstress! MAKE SOME MUTHA F*CKING CRUNK ASS DRESSES! Rarity: It is a lovely day. Be seated, drink some tea, take delicate lady-like bites of toast, then peruse a magazine for gossip and/or fashion tips... Sing Sea shanties while making dresses and other items of clothing. Oh you would love to do that, you would absolutely LOVE to design and make new, absolutely fabulous dresses that would be the envy of all of Equestria, but alas, you can't right now. It's not because you've lost your ability to make dresses by any means, no no no no, that would be the WROST POSSIBLE THING (and you really do mean it that time), but simply because you well... you're just not feeling it. You don't have any orders to take care of large or small because you've already taken care of the ones you have to take care of already, there haven't been many customers today as of yet, and those that came in were satisfied with what you had, so you don't need to make anything new for them. Finally, over the past few days you've found yourself suffering from an acute case of creativity block. You suppose it's like writers block, only instead of not being able to come up with things to write, you simply can't come up with any ideas for dresses or any other articles of clothing. Simply put, your creativity is kind of shot right now. Then again, you're thankful that this is happening NOW rather than at a time when you actually have to get work done. The only outfit that you know you could work on now is that one you've been designing for yourself as part of a collaborative project between you and another designer you met in Canterlot recently. Alas you don't have the proper materials necessary to make it at the moment. You special ordered them from ********** the other day though, so you'll have them soon and you can resume work. They should be here by tomorrow, or the next day if not tomorrow. So that is where you were left now. Simply sitting in your boutique enjoying a nice cup of tea and perusing through some hot topic (of no relation to the real life store, this is Equestria after all) in a fruitless effort to strike up some inspiration even though your brain felt like being lazy today. Off in the corner, Opal was sleeping on some unused fabrics, as he was wont to do, so he wouldn't be doing anything for you, useful or otherwise. Rarity: Think about dick. Well... Rarity, think about dicks and Jason's dick especially all the time. Sweetie Belle comes to you and wants to ask if it's ok for her to go crusading with her friends and accidentially yell 'I LOVE DICKS!' and have a very awkward conversation with Sweetie Belle as she inquires what 'dicks' are. And just for the fuck of it: Pinkie Pie jumps in, explains in GRAPHIC DETAIL what dicks are, vanishes leaving a very disturbed Sweetie Belle with Rarity. So you look around your delightfully adorable boutique with a plethora of dresses of only the finest taste surround you, and sitting there examining the quality material around you, you realize that you are bored. So, like any great artist, your mind drifts asunder. Daydreaming, even though it was more like mid afternoon anyways. Slowly your mind begins to drift towards greener pastures. More specifically, dicks. Yes, you can compare green pastures to phallic objects. It just MAKES sense somehow. Anyways, back to the dicks. Blue dicks, purple dicks, yellow dicks, and best of all, diamond dicks. That time at the Crystal Empire taught you a thing or two about the very sought after dick of sparkly jewels. Oh, and the sparkles. How could you forget? Took forever to wash out of your mane and face. Tasted like strawberries too. Not the usual saltiness that you were used to. The thoughts of diamond dongs brought your mind to Jason. The human that Twilight was obsessed with chasing for so long. Made you slightly jealous. Not that you were envious or anything. Or lustful even... Though... Jason had a certain fascination about him. His strong, lean body, powerful figure, and most likely a big **** in between his legs. Oh yeah, you can see it now. His chiseled abs and bodybuilder pecs. The way the sheen of sweat on his beautifully tanned body shined in the light. Not to mention the rather large and in charge erect member he was toting around. And there you were, tied up with her plot in the air like a dirty ****, just begging for it. His firm hands press up against your flanks as you bite down on your ball gag. His long, heated shaft brushes up against your thigh. You whimper for more. Finally, he blesses you with a subtle touch. You nearly break out of your bindings right there just to shove more of it in. You needed it, wanted it deep in you. All the human had, just stuffed into you until you couldn’t take anymore. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unfortunately the rest of Rarity's fantasy is much to hot and saucy for a Teen rated story such as this. If you want stories like this though, do check out RainbowBob's channel for an awesome mix of both smut and humor. Also it's HOT!!!!!! Seriously go check out RainbowBob's page now... or else... This extra sexy fantasy was written by RainbowBob -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I LOVE DICKS!!!!" You yell out of nowhere seemingly as the moment hits you, only for you to cover your mouth with your own two hooves the instant you do. You feel your face turn as red as one of Applejack's oh so delicious apples as you do. By Celestia what an unladylike thing for you to say. Worried, your eyes dart around the room, something that loud you know you.... nopony is here. Weird... usually when something like this happens it's a setup so you can be embarrassed... like say, somepony just walked in the moment those words left your mouth... and that somepony happened to be your sister... and you would have a rather embarrassing talk with her about what dicks are and why you love them, only for that talk to be suddenly interrupted by Pinkie Pie who bursts in out of nowhere like she usually does and explain in graphic detail what dicks are... Now that you think about it, that scene you played out in your head was oddly specific. Alas, nopony is here. The only person who heard you scream that was Opal, but she's still sleeping on the unused fabric without a care in the world. Could it be... have you really gotten a free ride on this one... is this the ONE TIME THAT NOPONY IS GOING TO SHOW UP AND EMBARRASS YOU!!!!!!?????? Nothing happens. "YES!" You scream out in victory. Score one for you. You're not going to be humiliated this time. Drop everything, go outside, find Jason Morgan, and convince him to fuck make love to you. Contemplate whether you are a horrible Pony for the things you tried to do to Jason and for continually leading Spike on and manipulating his emotions so that he works for you for free. Oh no the voice of the dark prophecy is amongst us... telling the current character to do something fairly normal. Especially compared to what some of us are posting... seriously, why does Rarity have to be in heat RIGHT NOW? There are too many dicks on my screen. Honestly it looks like I am watching "lemon party". *Shudders* Anyway... Rarity, take your mind out of the gutter. Jason won't let you get anywhere with him. You should go to the hospital however. You have to deliver the new uniforms to nurse Redheart (Jason will be there cut to pieces but you don't know that) Also, find the rest of the mane six apart from Twilight. You need to take them to Canterlot to help Twilight because she obviously needs it. Help her because otherwise the incident with her doll might happen all over again (for the characters, these would be memories as opposed to episodes. For Twilight, episodes means something... different.) And if that happens, Only Celestia will be able to stop her. Resist the urge to rut Jason Morgan's brains out Meet Jason Morgan for a nice rut cup of tea. Still.... one aspect of your little... mental excursion does linger in your mind for a little bit.... Jason...... Jason Morgan.... the human that found his way here. You cannot help but thing about him and is what must be absolutely- NO NO NONE OF THAT... How you.... well, to be kind, acted around him. You debate with yourself about whether you are a horrible pony for doing this things to him. You know that he would never go for you. He said very clearly that he's not interested in anything outside his own race, and while there are plenty of couples that experiment in that kind of thing, you know that there are also just as many who think the same way. Equestria is a large world after all with many species. So... this is not unheard of but... Jason isn't even from here... He was never from here and you took advantage of him like that... While thinking about that, your mind also drifts to little Spikey Wikey and how terrible he must feel about this whole thing. It's not his fault you are the way you are, but... playing with his poor little emotions like that. He's only so young. You do care about him, you really do. After all, you know he would punch a goddess in the face for you, a lady does not forget that kind of devotion and she surely doesn't let it go unrewarded but... Little Spike.... If he were not so young... you wouldn't mind... trying... with him, but... He's young. He needs to grow and mature in his own way. He needs to become a man, and not just in that way. Even though you are the way you are... you still won't do something like that. He's just a child. Maybe... maybe when he's old enough. If he's still interested you'll... GAH THAT'S NOT FOR RIGHT NOW!!!!! Bringing Spike into this just made you feel even more terrible than you already are. You let your head fall to the table and just stare at your tea, as if it somehow has the answer. It's tea, you know it doesn't. Still... staring at it does give you and inspiration... somehow. Yes, you do feel terrible about what you did, but you can't do anything about it by sitting there and sulking. If you did, you would be Twilight. The poor mare. That's it. You know what you gotta do now. So you sit back up, then stand up. You're not staying here. You're going to find Jason and apologize. Even though you are still feeling like this about him, the least you could do is say that you're sorry. You get up and with your head held high you head out the door. You know that Jason's been staying with Lyra and Bon Bon, but you don't think he's there right now. It's still kind of early in the day, so he still must be over at Sweet Apple Acres. You are going to FIND JASON AND APOLOGIZE, and Apologize properly. Then maybe afterwards he'll feel a little bit more sympathetic towards you, and then maybe he'll let you- NO!!!! NONE OF THAT! That is not the point of going to see him right now. You need to take your mind out of the gutter. Anyway. Rarity: Go outside, kiss a stallion and drag him up to your bedroom in the boutique. You walk outside and make your way towards Sweet Apple Acres. Along the way, you spot Zecora walk on into town with four new ponies that you've never seen before. Suddenly, you see Pinkie Pie burst in out of nowhere and start talking to them, as is her wont. You don't know who those ponies are, but that yellow one sure does look handsome. Why you could just run up to him, kiss him right now, then drag him back to your boutique and... GAH FOCUS!!! There will be time for that later. Besides, you'll probably meet him later at his inevitable party. If Pinkie Pie is talking to him it only makes sense that it's bound to happen. And then Sweetie Bell enters after having run all the way from Sweet Apple Acres with tears in her eyes and she starts blubbering and gasping and yelling about what happened to Jason... you take a sip of tea with no thought what to do besides making dresses all day long. Then your thought was interrupted by sweetie belle, scootaloo,, and applebloom barging in with Jason bleeding out. On your way to Sweet Apple Acres though, you see stop as you reach the road that leads there. There is something off in the distance... you can barely see it, but it's getting closer. It looks like... wait, it's closer so you can see it more clearly now. It's Applejack, Big Macintosh, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo all running down the road. They seem to be in a bit of a hurry. You squint your eyes a little and notice Jason on Big Macintosh's back, like he's riding him. Why would he be riding Big... wait... He's slumped over, like he's sleeping, and now that they're even close, you notice something. Big Macintosh was always a red pony, but you're pretty sure you don't ever remember his mane being that color red, unless its... wait... They're all running as if they're in a real hurry, Jason is slumped over Big Macintosh's back, and Big Macintosh's hair looks a little red.... No.... OH SWEET CELESTIA NO!!!! At that, all your thoughts leave your head as you run as fast as you can towards them to meet them half way. PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Applejack You are Applejack, element of honesty, and owner and purveyor of Sweet Apple.... you know what, you don't care about any of that right now. Jason is on your brother's back and the two of you are running as fast as you friggin can to get him to the hospital. He was attacked by... something, you aren't sure what but you don't care. He needs help and you need to get it to him fast. He hasn't woken up or responded to anything since Applebloom and her friends brought him back to the farm, and he's bleeding pretty bad... Celestia you hope you still have time. You're not about to have his death on your hooves. You know what you need to do right now and you don't need instructions. PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Rainbow Dash You are Rainbow Dash. The fastest flyer in all of Equestria, future wonderbolt, and at least 20% cooler than any pony this side of Equestria. You're currently taking one of your mandatory afternoon naps (shut up, they are) after an afternoon of doing some wicked rad stunts. Yep... life is good. Suddenly, the sound of rumbling from below hits your ears. What do you do? -SIDE STORY- -Ponyvile Towards the Center of Town The away team walked towards the center of the town, a large tree being their destination. They were strangely quiet the whole way, keeping to their own thoughts. At least, that is, until a certain Pink Party Pony stopped them. "*gasp* Ohmygosh!You'renewponies! I'mPinkiePie,what'syourname?" Pinkie shouted at Kirk, her words slurring together from the sheer speed of her talking. "Gah!" Kirk said, surprised by the sudden pink wall in front of him, "Oh. Umm. Good morning, Miss. My group and I are in somewhat of a hurry." "Oh." Pinkie replied, hair falling flat. "I thought you, *sniff,* would want a new friend." Gordon intervened at that point. "Now hold on now, we never said that. I'd love to be your friend." "REALLY?" Pinkie said, her hair plopping back into place with enough speed that even Spock was rendered speechless. Pinkie rushed forward, hugging Gordon. "I've never had a friend from so far away!" Gordon started for a moment, before relaxing and giving Pinkie a hug back. "Look, we need to go to the library. Can you let us past for now?" "Sure! I'll be seeing you soooon!" "What an... interesting pony." Spock said. "Pinkie is truly unique, Most can't understand her at her peak." Zecora replied. Gordon grunted in response. Five minutes later, the group was in front of the library. Gordon raised a hand and knocked on the door. -Somewhere in Appaloosa- At the AIA headquarters. *Grey Rebl grabbed for his fedora and brown trench coat. Not bothering to button his coat, he galloped down the hallway and then towards a long spiral of stairs that goes by each floor and then further deeper into the underground building. Careful with his steps, he descended.* Not many ponies know this, but the AIA headquarters is more than just a base for Appaloosan agents. It takes place in a facility made to research Magitech and Mechanical engineering. Only two of such facilities existed in Equestria, one which is below the AIA headquarters, one kilometer deep along with the HQ itself, and one somewhere at Los Pegasus. No pony other than the AIA and CIA knew of this place, and it's also fair to say that only the LPIA (Los Pegasus Intelligence Agency) and CIA knew of the second's location. *The Director reached the underground facility. He saw other lab ponies researching with chemicals, gems and enchantments. Most of the Unicorns were busy enchanting, some with unfortunate results consisting of electrocution, burning, or explosions. In the hooves of non-Unicorns, were tools made for non-Unicorns. Of course, lots of metal was involved.* Grey Rebl: (He encouraged the workers to do fine work on his way, and with a nod, he went straight towards a room whose door-sign that says, "Server/Computer Room", where his secretary was waiting for him. The Computer bit was originally called electronic box, but due to past communications with the humans, they said otherwise.) Okay, I'm here, now what's the damage? Secretary: Well, sir, we have a few injured but minimal casualties, thanks to the extra safety procedures. Apparently the temporary solution only made the explosion worse. It erased a lot more data than before. It processed the data correctly, yes, but the gem cores couldn't handle the pressure. We had to disconnect them to prevent data leaking or another, and possibly bigger, magic burst. The "computer" motherboard can run smoothly without the data coming, but we are set back by a few more days. GR: (sigh) I'm going to have to ask them for help now, do I? Secretary: I believe so, sir. Our technology is too downgraded compared to theirs. Our servers are getting overwhelmed by the sheer amount of info processed. We could handle the capacity, but not the journey. GR: Is the communication and video chat still running? *He was approached by one of the engineers* Engineer: It's going to take a minute for that to go up and running, sir. GR: Well, when you colts are done, we can get this problem done and over with. Plus, I have a report to send in. Secretary, dismissed. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– *Meanwhile, across the desert.* The Friendship Express rumbled across the vast desert as it traveled on it's new, shiny tracks. The tracks were something that came with Appaloosa's opening as an official town on the Equestrian map. The builders didn't disappoint despite building it in a desert, but how did they made it in a desert though? "Magic", they said. In a private train cart, courtesy of the AIA, were the two Agents on their way to Ponyville. Usually, operatives who guard shipments would play games, like chess or checkers, to pass the time. However, these two aren't simple guards, so they passed the time doing something else: Thinking about the situation at hoof. Brauburn: Ah don't know about this. Ah mean, isn't Risen Flagg suppose to be makin' Equestria a better place? Are we even fightin' in the right side? Strongheart: Well, the Director seemed mad when he said Risen's name. Plus, the aliens are involved. This could be important. Brauburn: Ahm not so sure to trust Grey now, but we accepted the job... Hey, ya don't suppose Grey has gone wonky by the alien's mind control or somethin'? Strongheart: He looked reasonably sane when we met him and we never met the aliens physically for them to do such a thing, so it would be unlikely, but I do think Grey's actions are supported by his grudge. Brauburn: How can ya tell it's a grudge? Grey doesn't seem to be that kind of a pony. Ugh. Thinkin' like this is makin' mah head hurt, let's talk about somethin' else. Strongheart: Okay, then, let's talk about our mission. Brauburn: Well, there is one thing clear: We barely know 'bout what this "Doctor" is. All we know is that he is brown, have an hourglass for a cutiemark, and that he is, well, a doctor. Strongheart: Well, what about the ponies? Brauburn: What about them? Strongheart: I mean, this is my first time being outside of the plains! What would I do? How should I act What would they think of me? In a place called "Ponyville" I doubt they know a buffalo. Heck, maybe not even any species other than pony! I'm sorry, but, I'm little nervous. Brauburn: Who cares 'bout what they think! I heard from my cousin that Ponyville nicest place of Equestria! Aside of the strange things happenin' there and Appaloosa being a close second, it would be fine! Strongheart: Fine? Then why did the Director had us bring this suitcase? (points a hoof towards the black suitcase on the table) Brauburn: 'Cause the Director is strange like that! Besides, if somethin' does happen, we have our ninja trainin' to defen ourselves! Strongheart: (giggles) Thanks, Brauburn. I needed that. Brauburn: Think nothin' of it! After all, you are my special somepony, Sweetheart (winks) Strongheart: Well enough of that, back to this "Doctor" guy. Brauburn: What is there more to know? Strongheart: Like you said, we barely know this pony, so we are pretty much going blind in this mission. Other then his description and lack of an address, we don't have much background information on him. It's as if this guy haven't existed until now. Brauburn: Hmm. That is strange. Well, how are we going do this mission with the lack of info? (A pause, and they both slowly looked at a white envelope laying flat on the table. In silence with the only sound being the rumble of the train, they stared the thing down. Hard.) Brauburn: Should we open it? (Sorry, but I was feeling ever so lazy today and didn't really want to type all those two out. Sorry.) -The Dalek Flagship, the Caesar- The Bridge R.A.: HEY GUYS WHAT ARE YA'LL DOING! *sits down next to SD and BRP and begins humming "Shooting the Moon"* *suddenly points to BRP* Who's the new guy? BRP: I'm BRP, the one who uploaded the Hacker AI to the evil dalek fleet, bringing down all their shields shortly before you destroyed almost all of them with your wild cannon fire. My AI also managed to steal a dalek flagship that is currently being assimilated by the Orz. I heard about you and your cookie dough. I think it was genius. You found one of the dalek's two weaknesses. They can't deal with random twists of reality. Anyway, I also uploaded a castrated version of the HAI to play with you. What happened to it? R.A.: *gasps suddenly* My good sir! I should have you know that my cannon fire was not all 'wild' it was a mixture that consisted of 19% wild fire, 27% luck, 14% skill, and 40% of me being who I am that took out most of that Evil Dalek fleet! And if you are wondering what happened to that little HAI that was supposed to play with me I ordered my hackers to do whatever they wanted with him. As from what I can tell they are having a field day with him. *on another side of the ship with the hackers* Hacker 1: Hey Steve this HAI A.I. is pretty interesting right? Hacker 2: Yeah you are quite right Bob... say why doesn't R.A. use our real names? Hacker 1: Because he is an idiot, thinks of us as Red Shirts yet still cares about us in a very strange way, or simply put Hackers 1,2,3,4, etc. are just easier names to keep up with than our actual names. Hacker 2: T-that actually makes sense. Hacker 1: Yep so lets get back to work Steve. Hacker 2: Sure thing Bob. BRP: Wildfire is still a good name for it, but I see your point. As for luck, I'm pretty sure I don't have any, so I wouldn't know about that. You heard about my ship right? Yeah. Anyhow, I helped with that dalek fleet, but I don't know what you are all doing here. I crash-landed, and the Enterprise probably came to explore the area, but why is there a friendly dalek fleet and a team of hackers here? R.A.: You crash landed? ....That is AWESOME! Much better than what happened to me. I got teleported here with my team of hackers... it was boring to say the least. As for the fleet of friendly Daleks... I don't really know. They must have been drawn towards Risen Flag's aura maybe... I don't really remember that much... anywho want a cookie!? *pulls out a cookie form out of nowhere* BRP: Hells yes. I haven't had a cookie in WEEKS! The last thing I ate was a piece of snake-chicken thing and some berries. *takes and begins to eat cookie* Goooood (God not good), that tasted great. Can I bake some with you later? I love to bake cookies, and eat raw cookie dough while baking cookies. Pure heaven. Hey, can we go bake some now? R.A.: *R.A. laughs nonchalantly* Oh that was a good one BRP, but if I seriously let you help bake my cookies and reveal my secret recipe to you I would have to rip out your vocal cords, make you eat them, then set you on fire, and watch you die a horrible, painful, slow death. *laughs nonchalantly again until he stops abruptly saying this afterwards* No seriously if I told you I HAVE to kill you... although you enjoying them is alright in my books and thank you for the complement. BRP: *not surprised* Well I was actually going to use a recipe for chocolate chip cookies that my family uses. If it happens to be the same as your secret recipe... It probably won't be. Anyway, we should still do it. Secrets or not cookies are delicious. *ALL OF THAT HAPPENS* *BGP and Registered Anonymous are making their way over to the ships bakery together walking side by side with Swimming Dalek following close behind. For some reason Registered Anonymous is now whistling the tune to "2001: A Space Oddessy"* Registered Anonymous: Do do do do do. Doo doo. Doo doo. Do do do do do. Doo doo. Doo doo. Do do do do- BRP: Hey, RA... is it okay if I call you RA? RA: (Stops whistling) Sure! And what do you want to know. BRP: If I somehow really got you to tell me your secret recipe for cookies. Would you really kill me? RA: Would I really kill you? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA (Starts laughing manically and hystrically, yes those can be combined, BRP finds it catchy and joins in. Behind of the two of them, Swimming Dalek can't help but chuckle a little) *A couple moments of laughing later* RA: (Suddenly stops laughing) Yes. Yes I would. BRP: (slowly stops laughing) Oh... oh really. RA: Why do you ask? BRP: Oh, no reason. Nope... none... It's just that I don't think you could even if you tried. (Looks over at RA smirking) *Suddenly a loud creaking noise is heard as Registered Anonymous's head turns to look at BRP, who is still smirking. Registered Anonymous's expression is unreadable because of the mask. Swimming Dalek has remained mysteriously absent from this conversation because he hasn't commented in this chapter). Oh, and before any of you ask. NO YOU CANNOT BE A GUEST AUTHOR FOR ME! The only way I'll let anyone else write a chapter or part of a chapter for me is if I explicitly ask them to. So don't ask me. I'll ask you if I think you are worthy.