Interdimensional Factory: How Anon met Psychoshy

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Got inspired by an image anon posted that set this off, and ended up being a prequel to Interdimensional Diner

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The link to the sequel can be found here: https://beta.ponepaste.org/5844

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Anonymous 05/21/23(Sun)09:58:23 No.39947373▶

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I didn't expect to have this much fun writing this.

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>>39947373

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>Clock in for the worst part of the work week here at the Rape Factory.

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>The other Anon in the locker room is already sighing, downing whiskey in his flask.

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>"Of all days, why a fucking Friday," an Anon says behind you as he slams his locker.

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"Where is everyone else?"

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>"Called out, what did you expect?"

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"So it's just us two today?"

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>"'Fraid so, at least we're hazard pay today."

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>Don't even bother to look over at him, just wanna get the day over with.

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>It's Friday, and you've got a couple of extra days off for next week, so the mini vacation after getting paid a fat ass paycheck is gonna be nice.

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>Sadly, your shift landed on the day you dreaded the most.

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>Returns Day.

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>The day when you'll have to thoroughly inspect the Fluttershys that have been returned and to be reassigned.

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>This doesn't happen often but last quarter there were a few defected Fluttershys that were abnormally psychopathic.

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>The PR team did a brilliant job turning that around by announcing they were part of the new Yandere Line that's in the works and then paid off any of the recipients that were complaining.

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>You close your locker door and get ready to step onto the production floor, mentally reminding yourself the money is too good to pass up.

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>You forgot to fill up your flask today, this is gonna suck.

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>You still have to get used to seeing Fluttershys just standing on the conveyor belt.

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>A quick glance at the information on your clipboard brought a little relief, there are only five that you have to inspect and repurpose today.

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>You can sense their eyes tracking you as you walk back in forth.

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>"Good morning Anon~" They sang in unison.

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"Listen, for whatever reason, you five have been returned, I'm just here to inspect and repurpose."

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>They all nod.

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"Now, let's make today an easy day. Okay? Now lemme see who's first."

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>"Ooh, inspect me first!" The one in front shouted.

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>You flip over your sheet to see which one you'll be inspecting.

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"Number 7373?"

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>"That's me," the one in the far back says, leaning over to be seen.

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>You walk over to her.

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"Lift your right wing."

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>She complies, and you go to check the wing pit for her ID number to verify.

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>You check the notes on her sheet to see if there's anything specific that needs checking.

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>The stats on her personality are in line, more shy than usual, and not nearly as rapey.

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>Light on flirting and more about action apparently.

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>Compliance is through the roof, which explains the fetish note.

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>'Ideal for Free Use and Pet Play'.

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>Which fucker made this one?

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"I'm not seeing anything specific about defects, why were you sent back?"

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>"Oh they didn't write anything the return slip?"

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"No. It's why I'm asking you."

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>"Well umm..."

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>Her cheeks were turning a deep red, while she averted eye contact, "My um... cum?"

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"What about it?"

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>"It's pink."

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"What"

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>"S-sometimes..."

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"That's it?"

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>You groan and walk over to an empty office, close the door behind you, and pick up the phone to start dialing.

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"Unfucking believable."

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>Through the glass you see the defective five stepping off the conveyor belt stand outside the office.

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>The line picks up and you can already hear the sultry breathing of your boss.

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>"What can I do for you, sweetie?"

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"Flutterrape got a new one for ya."

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>"What do you mean her cum is pink sometimes? Have you seen her cum pink before? I thought we had custom options for cum color, no?"

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>One of the Fluttershys plants her ponut on the glass with a meaty thud, looking back at you as she blows kisses.

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>The others giggle behind their hooves.

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>Fucking hell you just got here, it hasn't even been 30 minutes yet.

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"What is the course of action? We have nothing here that can fix that."

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>A beat of silence.

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>"Send her to the diner, there might be an Anon there that can better suit her, email me her file too, it'll make things smoother."

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"Will do, thanks."

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>"By the way, I noticed you haven't been coming to the Diner as often."

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"Well yeah, been busy with this job."

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>A playful giggle, "Tell you what, you're a good Anon that bumps the thread."

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"Thanks?"

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>"I'll shift your schedule around a bit, make some work days here at the Diner. Just hanging out."

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"Might take you up on that, is whiskey still banned?"

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>"Convince me otherwise, and we'll see. Enjoy the rest of your shift, sweetie."

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>The line goes dead.

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>You rush to the door.

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"Get your fucking ponut off the glass, the hell is wrong with you?"

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>She gets off the glass, making an audible plop sound.

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>"Just having a little fun, babe."

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"Whatever. 7373, you're off to the diner."

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>"Ooh yay, that'll be fun."

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>You flip to the next sheet and nearly had a chill get sent down your spine.

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"7500, step into my office."

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>"Oh? That's your office now?"

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"Today it is, now get in here."

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>"Don't you need to verify my ID?"

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>She lifts her right ring, a troublemaking grin on her face.

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>You give a deadpan stare at her, not up for any of her shenanigans.

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"I already know it's you, you're the only one that uses her wings tips like fingers the most out of anyone else."

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>She makes a trademark pout, "please?"

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"No. Now c'mon. Oh and 7373?"

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>"Yes?"

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"I'll escort you to transit after all this alright?"

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>She nods, "Yes sir."

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>Battery

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>Assault with a deadly weapon

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>3 counts of Ponut Pucker Sucker Punching (trust me you don't wanna know that that is)

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>100% Wingjob Efficiency

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>Blood Infused with Erisian Chaos Magic

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>83% Mischievous

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>58% Psychopathic

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>You throw 7500's file out of your face, having read the highlights.

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"So glad they fired the fucker that made you. 58% psychopathy is insanely high, we're not supposed to go higher than 30 according to regulation. But here you are."

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>"Mhm, glad you're still here though, you're my favorite victim~"

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"What happened this time? Did you kill the Anon?"

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>She sighs, feigning regret. "He died accidentally."

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"How?"

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>"The poor thing didn't mean to look at Spitfire's ass, but I had to kill him."

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"..."

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>You pinch the bridge of your nose, wondering why Flutterrape hasn't put this one out of commission yet.

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"Look, you can't keep 'accidentally' killing Anons. Even prototype Yandere Fluttershys aren't as fucked in the head as you."

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>"Oh pff, it's not that bad, Flutterrape will just revive them and assign another Fluttershy."

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>She gasps, excitement in her eyes like a devious idea just impacted her head.

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>"Oh I know, why don't you take me?"

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"I value my life, thank you."

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>"Oh c'mon, don't you want a Fluttershy to threaten you a little bit? Give you a bit of a thrill?"

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"No. Now I gotta get to the other three. For you, I should just send you to the decommission department. There's no repurposing for you."

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>"But you won't because I'm your favorite right?"

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"The paperwork is atrocious trying to get that in motion, I still have three others I need to process."

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>"I didn't hear a no~"

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"It is a no, but I still have work to do."

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>"I'll be your assistant today." More of a statement than a request. "You've been here, what? Thirty minutes? Have you had your coffee? Donuts?"

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>With a defeated sigh, you know you could use a donut and coffee.

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>But you have to be careful, she likes to cater and nurture to throw you off.

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>At the same time, you're really just trying to get through this shift.

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"Yeah, that'd be great."

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>"Cream and sugar for the coffee? Who am I kidding of course you like it that way."

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>You slide open one of the drawers on the desk, looking for a lanyard.

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>Heaps of them, so you grab one and then toss it to her.

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"You're not faculty but this should keep you out of trouble."

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>"Thank you, sweetie~"

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>You flip the sheet to see the next one.

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"Can you send in 7940?"

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>"You got it."

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"Okay, hold on what? I don't get it."

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>7940 had her forelegs crossed as she sat in the chair across from you.

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>See, after having read 7940's file, you've come to appreciate her.

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>Good ol' fashioned potty mouth borderline discorded Bullyshy.

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>She doesn't want to be here as much as you do.

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>Hell, you'd have a beer with her, she seems chill.

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>"Yeah, fucking pathetic if you ask me, I shouldn't even be here."

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"The Anon sent you back... because your pussy was too big to fit?"

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>"He was a needle dick fuck and I'm not doing an adjustment."

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"Too small even for your gripping muscles?"

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>"Yah."

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"Did you measure him?"

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>"Literally two inches at his hardest, even with pills and magic."

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"Alright, now I have to ask this question don't come at throat for asking it, okay, it's required--"

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>"Stop prefacing your red tape bullshit and out with it."

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"Was he into pegging?"

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>"I'm not doing that faggot shit. Bullying him when he prejacked was funny though."

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"It says here you even put him into dick exercising program?"

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>"Mhmm, made him do dick ups and kegals every day. Made him eat foods that would help oxidize his blood for better blood flow."

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>You raise an eyebrow, intrigued.

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"What were the results?"

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>"He grew an inch but also has been healthier than ever, but he gave up."

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>You smile, noting a couple of ideal places for her.

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"How do you feel about being a fitness trainer for other Fluttershys and Anons at the Diner?"

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>"What's in it for me?"

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>7500 steps in with your coffee and box of donuts.

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"Thanks, anyone give you any trouble?"

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>"Nope."

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>"Since when did -you- start using Fluttershys as an assistant?"

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"It's just for today. But you were asking what's in it for you?"

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>"Mhmm."

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"Flutterrape has been too busy with necromancy classes, and the most common complaint we have is stamina for baseline Fluttershys."

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>You take a sip of your coffee and give 7500 a quick glance.

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>A brief nod of appreciation.

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"Say we can get you transferred over to that until you find the right Anon, would you be open to it?"

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>"Sure."

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"It's settled then. You'll be in transit with 7373 alright?"

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>She nods, "Thanks for making this painless."

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"Great, and can you send in 4645?"

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>You swear each case gets weirder.

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>Two Fluttershys sit across from you, both having the same file.

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>The good news is they're from the basic line.

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>Just one problem.

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"Neither of you are the original 4645?"

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>"Oh no no, we're just copies from the mirror pool."

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"So, why did your Anon return you?"

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>"We're donations for the Diner, but they won't let us go straight there."

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>You cut your eyes away, astounded by how much red tape makes things inefficient.

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"So there's nothing wrong with either of you? No weird behavior? Personality defects?"

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>They look at each other, then at you.

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>"No? We don't think so. Our Anon just had too many on his hands so he wanted to donate a few of them."

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>You do a double take of 4645's file. Everything is in line.

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>You show the file to 7500.

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"See anything weird, Psycho?"

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>She flutters over you as she scans the document.

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>Then she shakes her head.

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"Alright, well, I guess you're in transit also."

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>You lean back and finally bite into your donut, realizing your work day is done.

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>You check your watch, "well, the next shuttle doesn't get here for a couple of hours."

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>"What we can do?"

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"There's a tea room, on the east side of the building, just enjoy yourselves there until the shuttle gets here."

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>They nod and head out, you flip the sheets back in place, sighing happily.

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>7500 has a seat, on edge for some reason.

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>"Easy day huh?"

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"Yeah, almost too easy."

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>You lean back and stretch your legs over the desk.

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"But I'm not complaining. Thanks for the coffee by the way."

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>"I didn't put too much sugar did I?"

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"Nope, it's perfect. Appreciate that."

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>"Any time at all sweetie."

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"You know what? I think I'll check up on the other Anon working returns."

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>You swing your feet off the desk, feeling the caffeine starting to fuel you.

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>"Wonder what kind of batch he has."

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>"Oh c'mooon Anon don't be so shy~"

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>This poor man.

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>"Let it all out~"

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>Didn't stand a chance.

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>Two Fluttershys holding him down while three of them take turns riding his dick.

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>One of Fluttershys helping pin him down keeps biting him.

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>Tough luck he got a biter Fluttershy in his batch, they don't let up until they draw blood.

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>"Good idea on spiking his coffee, I can't believe Anons still fall for that."

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>You nervously turn to your psycho assistant.

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"You didn't-"

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>"Even if I did I wouldn't tell you."

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"Is that a yes or a no?"

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>"That's my little secret. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I just wanna keep you on your toes."

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>You take a sip of your coffee out of a nervous reflex.

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"Fuck."

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>"At least you don't have it like him."

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>Before the Anon could even shout, a Fluttershy muffles him with some rag that was on one of the machines.

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>"Shhh, no one's gonna save you, accept your fate, sweetie."

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"I think I better check on my batch."

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>"You're not gonna help him?"

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"No point, he'll get workers comp for this if no one intervenes. Anyway, to the tea room."

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>"So you literally never been raped since you worked the job? How?"

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>You shrug as you laugh off the question.

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"There have been close calls early on, but for the most part, I think Flutterrape has me marked or something. Rape attempts just don't fall out of the sky for me anymore."

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>"She does, I can smell her on you."

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"Then why are you barking up my tree?"

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>She tilts her head, a slight smile. "I can't help what I want."

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"That'll be your undoing."

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>"Still won't stop me."

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"Of all the Fluttershys..."

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>You lean against the wall as you look into the tea room, coffee cup in hand.

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>It's a pleasant sight seeing them just enjoying tea and chatting with each other.

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>"I'm surprised you didn't do any body inspections. I'm a little disappointed."

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"You know we only do that when Fluttershys aren't cooperative."

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>"So most of the time."

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"I'm just counting my blessings that I got a cooperative batch."

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>"How do you reward the most cooperative ones?"

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>She fluttered to close the distance.

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"I still don't know what I'm going to do with you if that's what you're asking."

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>"Take me as your own, I know you haven't matched with any Fluttershys."

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"Being cordial with me now isn't going make me forget you're the worst of the bunch."

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>"So what's your kink? What did you put in your file when you made a match request?"

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"I didn't send one out."

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>"But don't you get-"

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"Lonely? No. Do you know how many times I have this conversation a day with ponies that are different variants of you?"

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>"Oh did I strike a nerve?"

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"No just being honest. All the flirting and sweet talk becomes white noise after a while."

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>"Must get under your skin when you can't tell if what they feel is genuine."

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"Hey, you said it, not me."

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>"You also pretty much admitted you're a lonely pony fucker."

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"Fuck me, I just might fill out that decommission form."

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>"I didn't catch that last part."

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"Ugh."

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>You glance at your clipboard, realizing you need to fill out transit slips.

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"Alright back to the office, I've done enough babysitting in the hallway."

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>"Clean up in Returns, clean up in Returns. Please bring a hydration kit," the PA system announced as you finished the last transit slip.

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"I guess they've had their fun."

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>"How big are worker's comp checks nowadays?" 7500 was steadily pacing around the room.

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>Not that you can blame her, she's the odd one out. Her fate remains unknown.

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>You whistle, recalling an Anon that resigned and is now living comfortably in Canterlot on his timeline.

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>Cool fella that Anon. He bought everyone a round at the bar before enjoying his retired lifestyle.

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"Fucking fat, I'll tell you that much."

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>"Aren't they going to give those next five to you?"

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"Nah, they'll just put them in holding over the weekend, and I won't be back at work until Wednesday."

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>"So by the time you're back from your mini-vacation, you don't have to worry about returns. Must be nice."

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"That's the plan."

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>"And what are you doing with all that time off?"

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"That's not your business."

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>"I was thinking we can hang out at the Diner then we come home for a nice smoothie and a movie, how about it?"

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"Who said anything we?"

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>She rolls her eyes, "Fine a rape smoothie if it makes you feel any better."

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"You don't understand, the moment I leave this building you're not my problem anymore."

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>"They soundproof these rooms."

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>She stops at the window and closes the blinds, and closed the door.

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>"I'm not even your problem right now, but I can be."

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"Ah yes, threaten the Anon that has your fate in his hands, that's a brilliant move."

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>"That Anon won't have much of a fate if I kill him."

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"Okay, then what? You're extra fucked. Bit short-sighted don't you think?"

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>She groans.

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>"So what do you want?"

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"Open the blinds for one, I still need to go over these files."

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>"Fine."

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>She opens the blinds again. "What else?"

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"Peace and quiet, maybe another coffee."

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>"There better be a please involved in that." Her eyes were glaring at you.

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>You were wondering when that cold demeanor would come forth.

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"Will you please get the coffee? I don't have time for your mom games."

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>"Sure thing sweetie."

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>Once she was out of your site you were able to focus.

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>The phone rings and you already know who was on the other end.

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>You answer.

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"What's up Flutterrape?"

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>"What was the ID number on that pink cum Fluttershy?"

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"7373, but hey listen I have another that I think would do great for a personal fitness trainer."

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>"Oh? ID on that one?"

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"7940, I'm filling out their transit slips now, as well as 4645 duplicates that were donated."

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>"Oh wonderful, we could use those duplicates for the next location we're working on opening."

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"Another diner location?"

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>"You got that right, consider yourself invited to the grand opening~"

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"Remind me again why you don't accept donated Fluttershys but have to be processed through us?"

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>"Matter of just being safe and thorough. Don't take the red tape personally."

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"Right."

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>"Gotta go, my love. See you soon."

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>The shuttle arrived, and you handed each Fluttershy their transit slip.

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>"Thank you so much Anon, we'll send you a gift basket~"

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>"Will you come to see us at the Diner?"

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"All in due time. Be safe."

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>The shuttle door closes and starts its slow takeoff.

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>You turn around and head back to the factory.

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"Why can't it always be this easy?" You ask more to yourself than your demented company.

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>You can tell she's frumpy.

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"I would have you go into rehabilitation if it didn't have an awful success rate."

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>"That's something though, isn't it?"

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"It'll buy you some time, a couple of months maybe. But I can't in good conscious let you back into the match-making database."

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>"Aww, you want me all to yourself~"

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"You fucking wish. You're way too hyperviolent."

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>"I think you can handle it."

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"You got another thing coming if you think-"

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>In an instant, emerald green lightning strikes just in front of you, knocking concrete and rubble in the air.

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>Whispers start swelling up in your head.

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>A moment ago you were standing up, but now you're trying to sit up to get off the concrete.

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>The psycho next to you was coming to as well.

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"The hell was that?"

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>In your field of vision stood the deity you've been on the phone with all day.

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>The lime green writing floating in her aura, and aphrodisiac musk already invading her nostrils.

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>You struggle to get on your feet, and the psycho leaned on you for support.

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"Oh hey Flutterrape, I would've called you."

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>"You two make a nice pair."

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>Your eyes go wide, realizing one of the few reasons Flutterrape would teleport to you.

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"Nononono I wasn't-"

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>"I've been watching you two going back and forth, and I can't believe I didn't make the match sooner."

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>Your ring finger started to glow as well as 7500's neck.

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>Once the emerald green finished glowing, a tribal tattoo stayed in its place.

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>For 7500, a necklace with an emerald gem.

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>Psychoshy's wings wrap around your arm as she stands by your side.

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"I literally said she's too hyperviolent."

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>Flutterrape nods understandingly, "Yes, yet there seems to be a genuine connection that finally blossomed in her."

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>She turns her attention to 7500. "If I ever have to revive him because of you, you're done. Do you understand me? He's one of my blessed few."

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>Only a timid nod could be made as a response.

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>"Good. Enjoy the mini vacation. I'll see about getting you fewer days for a while to adjust to your Fluttershy."

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"Thanks?"

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>"See you on page 1, my dear."

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>She vanishes in a teal flash.

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>"Well, you know how these ends don't you?" The psycho asks as you two walk back to the factory.

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>Your head hangs.

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"Lemme guess, with fucking Fluttershy."

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