Standing Up For Yourself
honestly not a fan of how this came out. but it's what it is
Nightmare is a night filled with fun and fright. Fun, because all of town is in attendance. Mares and stallions come from all over to bob for apples, launch pumpkins, pass out candy, and be merry. Fright, because mares are also on the prowl. The costumes are unreal this year. Sexy Nurses. Sexy Firemares. Sexy Stripper, Frog, and even Sexy Pony costumes are everywhere! And, of course, the comments are everywhere.
“Hey there hot stuff! Lemme get some of that DICK!”
You shake it off, because the point where you took it as a compliment wore off a long time ago, and now it’s honestly kind of annoying. Like, for the longest time, the quick and easy sex was something you outright welcomed.
But weirdly enough…. It isn’t working for you anymore.
So, here you are, no costume on Nightmare Night, just trying to hand out candy to some kids. Because it should be a safe haven from-
“I’ll show you a trick if you give me your treat!~” calls another mare.
“Twilight! You shout. There are CHILDREN.”
But she’s gone into the crowd of ponies. And all you can do is sigh and pass out more candy.
“Don’t mind her, kids,” you say kindly to the children. “I’m sure she’s just been having a bit too much of the cider tonight.”
You pass out piece after piece, but after you give a candy to a filly, she pauses, her face red.
“Is everything alright, Sweetie Belle?” you ask.
“Well, Uhm,” she says, looking back and forth. “Could you hold something for me?”
You blink.
“Sure? What?”
Sweetie Belle smiles closes the distance between you and her.
“My hoof?” she says softly.
You blink, looking down at the little filly. Of course. Even the children are corrupted. This is what the world is coming to.
“Okay. Well. Here. The rest of this candy is yours,” you mutter. “Run along.”
Sweetie looks to the ground dejectedly and drags a pillowcase of stale candy behind her as you walk away from the festivities with your hands in your pockets.
You know what? Maybe you should just move somewhere else. Somewhere where the mares aren’t so… alpha? No, alpha isn’t the right word. Dickish. There we go. That’s the word. Retiring to a little cottage in the woods would be great, but that also means moving closer to Fluttershy, and trust me. If the other mares were bad, the difference with her is that she feels downright -entitled-.
Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if she bashed on your door every single morning, wanting to get in your pants, asking for sex like she felt entitled to it. She’d probably even break in and take you by force if you’d let her. But then there’s the legal system for you. She’s an element of harmony and it’s all swept under the rug. But that’s another story.
Right now. You finally make your way away from the festivities and find yourself alone walking the streets of Ponyville. To be honest? It’s kind of nice. Maybe that’s part of why you live alone. The calm away from the panic is something that you relish on tough, trying days.
You take a moment to take a deep breath and examine the stars in the night sky. In it’s own way, it’s kind of romantic. And it’s when you look at those stars that you feel a dull pang of loneliness. To be honest, it’s not something you thought you’d ever find yourself in, especially in a world where physical validation and objectification is around every corner.
Perhaps why that’s when you look down and see a mare in a devil outfit sitting on a park bench, you can’t help but feel a little bad for her. In some ways, you see a little bit of yourself in her.
Who knows, maybe you can see a little of yourself in her too, if you know what I mean.
You make your way over to the mare and sit down beside her.
“Kind of a nice night, isn’t it?” you ask.
She looks up to you, and you can get a better view of her face. She’s got deep brown eyes, and her black mane is tied up into a bun. Kind of the secretary look. Nice.
“A-are you talking to me?” she responds.
Her response kind of catches you off guard, but hey. It’s whatever.
“I mean, if you don’t wanna talk, it’s cool. You just seemed kinda, I dunno. Down.”
“Yeah! I mean. No. I mean. Uhm. Yes. It is a nice night,” she says awkwardly, stumbling over her words. “Night is my favorite time of night. Because it’s not happening during the day.”
“Right. That-”
“But I suppose that’s kind of dumb to say because it’s obvious and---”
She goes silent, and you remain sitting completely still. The awkward tension hangs in the air between you two. She pauses, then looks away.
“My name’s Anon.”
“I know. You’re the human.”
The awkward tension comes back.
Uhhh… well, you’re trying to make the conversation happen. Should you just, like, leave? Maybe you’re being rude.
“Well, uhm. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“No! You’re not disturbing me, I was just thinking of fanfiction!”
You pause, feeling a new sort of tension filling the air. This is a point of time where you could go home. Probably get a good night’s sleep. Or you could try to save the conversation and make her more comfortable.
You know what? You can go home and be lonely for the rest of your life. You might as well try talking to a mare tonight for a change. She doesn’t seem… bad.
“Fanfiction, huh?” You ask. “I take it you must be a reader.”
There you go, Anon. Throw her a bone.
“Yeah. I love My Little Human Smut fiction. I actually love to write it too!”
And she used the bone to dig a deeper grave.
“Oh. Well. Good. I’m happy for you. It’s good to do things you find joy in.”
She giggles to herself and blushes.
“Normally talking about my stories… makes stallions really uncomfortable. It’s nice to talk about it for a change.”
“Well, yeah. I mean. I’m sure not many ponies are totally kosher on the idea of writing smut about children’s characters. But, like. It’s not like you do drugs or something.”
“No! I’ve never even smoked a weed!”
You can’t help at laugh a little at the innocence of her statement.
“I didn’t get your name?” you ask.
“Raven,” she says. “Raven Inkwell. But my writer name is Shoo Talod.”
You squirm in your seat a bit.
“Like, shoot a load?”
“Yeah! Isn’t it witty?”
You blink and sigh to yourself. Really? Is this mare just another sex-crazed pony?
“So, uh. Your costume is nice. Why’d you chose a devil?”
“Oh! Well, I actually wasn’t supposed to be a devil. I couldn’t complete my costume. I was supposed to be my OC! Oh, I mean, Original Character, Shanequa Wolfe who is part angel and part devil, but only the devil parts came in. Then, when I was trying to practice with my sword, It broke. So I can’t even say her signature line.”
You can’t help but sit in silence as the info washes over you. You can’t stop this. It’s just happening.
“If you want. I can show you all of my MLH collection! It’s back at my house.”
You pause.
Anon. This is a critical decision in your life. You could probably go to this mare’s house, and get kidnapped to be her real life human doll, or, you could go home, and forget any of this ever happened.
But, you’re a curious motherfucker.
So you’re following this mare, who is so giddy that she’s skipping. It’s kind of cute, to be honest, but you can’t help but feel nervous. What are you going to see once you get there? How bad is this actually going to be?
As she steps up to the front door of the house she smiles and looks to you.
“Let’s go around the back. That’s the quickest way to my room and it doesn’t wake up Mom.”
Okay, this is definitely how you die.
So, you follow her around to the back of the house, she unlocks the back door and you follow the mare inside. She opens the door to a dark stairway downstairs.
“Welcome, to the Earth Cave.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” you can’t help but mumble.
You close your eyes and begin to go down one step at a time.When you open your eyes, you gaze upon hell itself.
Food wrappers. Pizza boxes. Half eaten ramen cups being licked up by cats. ‘Stained’ clothing all over the ground. And… yep. That is a human dildo collection.
That is a multi-shelf human dildo collection. Actually. I think one of those is a dog.
“This is my katana!” she says, holding up a wooden sword that’s snapped in half.
“Listen, Raven,” you say taking a step back. A rookie mistake. That’s the litter box you just stepped in. “You seem like a really sweet mare. I get the feeling that we met under the wrong pretenses.”
“You don’t like it?” she asks.
“It’s… a bit much right now. All of this is a bit too much.”
“Well, you know what! I bet you sleep around with all of the mares, don’t you!” she screams.
You blink at her.
“You know what? Fuck this. I’m out.”
“Yeah! You better leave!” she shouts after you.
You begin to walk up the stairs and as you do, you the sound of gentle, restrained sniffles. A few more steps. Stifled sobs.
And on the last step. You stop. For a fleeting second, you feel a pang of guilt. For only a second, you feel like maybe you were actually in the wrong here.
But, the fact is, that you were deeply uncomfortable and she didn’t have the social awareness to realize you were uncomfortable. When you stood up for yourself, she responded with an attack.
And you don’t deserve that.
So with that, you ascend from hell as the Devil runs to the bottom of the stairs to call one last thing to you.
“I’m sorry! I-If you come back, I-I’ll pay you!”
You pause, and turn to her.
“Raven, I really hope you find someone who loves you as much as you love fanfiction.”
And with that, you took off, standing up for yourself.
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*sees title*
Yuor?
9435583
Yeah it's a meme. its in an a.n. now
*claps*
This was too real, 3/10
9435587
Oh, ok then.
9435583
Wait what?
9435606
You arrived a bit late. The title has changed.
9435614
dangnabit! it did!?
9435660
Yep!
9435670
... I don't trust you discord, but i put my faith and confidence in you
9435676
No problem.
No, that's not true. It'd be one thing if Anon really were punishing Raven for something she didn't know she was doing wrong. But that's not what's happening here.
Anon told Raven that he was uncomfortable. But instead of being understanding (if embarrassed), Raven blew a gasket. She acted like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum, instead of like a grown woman.
this is pretty NEET!
Look, I am not proud of how hard this made me laugh, but we all have our crosses to bear.
Sad thing is, I know someone like that, who did the same thing.
Got a real woman in his room, then creeped her out so bad that she left.
The Monk
"Knowledge is power and power corrupts, so study and be evil." - Reykan
Poor gal, I feel really bad for the actual people who are like this.
Hum
Goddammit Arin.
I haven't even read the story yet and already I love it. Contains: cringe :( gold!
What would you even call the mare equivalent of a "nice guy"?
IT'S 'CAUSE HER FETLOCKS ARE TOO SMALL ISN'T IT!?!?
IF SHE WERE A PRINCESS HE'D BE ALL OVER HER WITHOUT HER EVEN HAVING TO OPEN HER MOUTH!
SHE IS A SUPREME GENTLEMARE!!! ANON IS A WHORSE RIDING THE MARE-CAROUSEL!!!
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It's sad that this amused me so much.
I mean I don't know anyone like Raven but I'm well aware that there are people like her.
Honestly... I feel kinda dirty for finding this so amusing... and I have no idea why...
This story is a masterpiece in its own satirical way
Anon, punt the pervert.
9551829
Polish the boot and reel it back like Charlie Brown
Cointains: cringe :(
Lmao that got me good
I don't know why you thought this one didn't come out so good; I think it's funny as hell.
Egoraven.
I like this story. And I do want to hug Raven. As a fellow socially awkward weirdo, I can empathize with her.
9893621
I do get out of the house. Got stuff to do. But I am terrible at the whole "chatting with women" thing.
9477210
All those coltwhores going for popular trash princesses and stuff and not seeing caring and smart mares
That was... an unusually restrained Anon, but I think he worked pretty well. Raven was too over the top though. We know that socially awkward people don't really act that way. Too many contrivances to make her as cringey as ponily possible is itself kind of cringey. If he got turned of by her excited confession about My Little Human Smut fanfiction, and she started projecting all the bad experiences with guys in the past onto him there in the park without dragging him into her cringe dungeon, I think it might've been a little easier to swallow. People who write smut generally have boringly normal rooms without multi-shelf dildo collections, so having someone who does kind of... robs the story of its moral weight. Readers feel like it's soapboxing and reject the message it's trying to convey. Maybe the story could conclude with Raven posting a picture on the ponynet saying "i can be your angle... or yuor devil" trying to salvage her shattered ego, and that would be kind of awesome. And maybe she has a human dildo hidden in a drawer but... no one must know. Roll credits.
Or to be brief, this story reads like a pony in RGRE Equestria sat down and wrote it, trying to make unwanted mares look like total monstrous slobs because they want to justify them being forever alone.
It's still not a bad story. I love how he shot her down in one line about her fanaticism. That's life-changing stuff. (Assuming her life is her fault, that is.) The thing where Sweetie Belle was being childishly hormonal probably because her friends dared her to say it was terribly adorable. Twilight was awful and out of character, until he mentioned that she had too much cider, and then it was dead on hilarious.
My only other tiny quibble with it is... take a look at adult Halloween costumes. How many of the male costumes are references to something cool, and how many of the female ones are sexy costumes intended to show off her body? That might be better in its own story, where Anon can't get anypony to make his costume without it drawing focus to his prominent bulge. But I'd imagine RGRE Equestria would have a lot of stallions prancing around in risque costumes for that particular Halloween ripoff. Mare costumes would be more about skill and power, with a few oddballs dressing sexy as a joke. And any mare who did so seriously would be at risk of being accosted by the cops for potential sexual harassment. That's how I'd imagine it, anyway. An Equestria where the mares are such huge hornballs that they don't care about showing off their power levels is fine too.
10024022
The line that was attempted to be struck here is that Raven is the real-life equivalent of an Incel in RGRE. A deviant who feels they are owed sex and companionship. It's purposely cringy because Incels are the cringiest real life thing I have ever seen.
I can see what you're saying about RGRE, but this is supposed to be purposely hyperbolic of RGRE.
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They're not, is the thing. They're a bunch of tryhard incel wannabes for the most part, who talk big but are actually pretty normal in most of their life, and genuinely deformed people being hated by the world for the rest. It's true that reality imitates fiction, and you'll see some guy post a video of his erotic dakimura collection, but he's doing that to be cringy, not because he doesn't know any better. Actually disturbed people are very, very rare, and it's just our social media "optimization" blows them up into this huge thing. And even genuinely crazy people aren't usually every kind of crazy at once.
Anyway that doesn't matter, because you were trying to be hyperbolic about RGRE. So my thought that it's too over the top to be compelling is actually a compliment. You successfully exaggerated things to ludicrous levels, to the point that nobody would seriously think a male human like Moondancer would exist to any significant degree. Or to be brief, this story reads like a pony in RGRE Equestria sat down and wrote it, trying to make unwanted mares look like total monstrous slobs because they want to justify them being forever alone. And that's exactly what you intended. Nice job!
Too real. All she wants is affection!!!
Like, I feel for this poor, cringe mare. She's harmless.
But there's social....ineptitude and there's telling the only human in existence about the human smut you write
You should take that as sign to not do that.
Anon, don't encourage her.
It's a masterpiece