who would you date?
>Be Anon Jr.
>you're a Pegasus
>Diamond Tiara an Scootaloo wants to go an a date with you.
who will you choose.
>hot rich bitch
jeez, take a fucking guess.
Because unlike the typical scum of 4Chan, I'm not an asshole who judges people or ponies. Shocking right? I happen to find Scootaloo very attractive.
I should have said I don't judge people with disabilities that they have no control over. You're damn right I'll judge people for putting down the mentally and physically handicapped.
that being said, wouldn't take scoots because she'd probably be extremely overbearing and needy but at the same time try to act all aloof and shit like she think dash would.
>be Peganon Jr. innaquestria
>that hot rich filly that used to run the school paper wants Peganon Jr. Jr.
>that cripple orphan filly who won't shut up about her ladyboner for that obnoxious weathermare who's always crashing into shit does too
>which is weird; you'd always assumed she was into mares
>not that it matters
>you've got a date with the second-richest pony in town
>you think the first thing you'll do is take her flying with your swole-ass wings
>all those wingups are gonna pay off tonight
>maybe have some fun making low passes over the cripple's head
>rub in her face the fact that a mudpony's getting more altitude than her
>DT'll love it
"What do you mean, no?"
>"I mean I won't sell a pedalcopter to a little filly. Period."
"But I've got my Cutie Mark! I'm practically a grown mare!"
>"You're still in school. Aren't you friends with the Cutie Mark Crusaders? Tell the unicorn she still owes me for what she did to my balloon."
"Those blank flanks? Puh-lease. Anyway, it's not my fault Dad won't do anything to get me out of that place. I don't think Miss Cheerilee is even a real teacher. I think she's a gardener who got roped into teaching after the real teacher quit."
>"...Point is, you're way too young to have your own 'copter. Come back when you can reach the pedals."
"But I want it NOW!"
"Yeah, too bad for YOU when I get Dad to get Mayor Mare to declare Ponyville airspace a pedalcopter-free zone!"
>"Hold on a sec! Now that I think about it, I might be able to put something together that would work for ya..."
I want to corrupt Rumble with porn and cider.
He's so cute it doesn't matter that he's a colt.
>"Cutie Mark Crusader Matchmakers!" Apple Bloom shouts as Scootaloo finishes her tale of woe.
"What? But I've been lusting after Peganon Jr.'s flightworthy bod for months! How can you want to hook him up with Diamond Tiara of all ponies?"
>"You said he flew her in circles around your head so she could make fun of ya for not bein' able to fly, right? He sounds like a real jerk. I figure, him and Diamond deserve each other, and helping them out on their date might help US get our Cutie Marks!"
>Sweetie Bell rubs her forehooves together.
>She is already contemplating all manner of schemes to ensure that you bump bump a certain sugarlump rump tonight.
"Well, I guess you've got a point. If it means getting our Cutie Marks, I can find some other colt."
>"Then we're agreed..."
>"Cutie Mark Crusader Matchmakers!"
Sorry, no three-eared freaks for me.
>You are Peganon Jr., and you are at a restaurant with Diamond Tiara
>DT is saying something about how great the sea urchin ceviche is at some Canterlot restaurant that she totally could have gotten a reservation at
>You don't really care; the place she did get you into is fancy enough for you
>Most of the adult ponies are clothed
>You're glad your date insisted on hoofing the bill
>Your dad doesn't let you have your own Orichalcum EquEx card, and you're pretty sure your allowance couldn't pay for a free refill at a place like this
>You're just starting to dig into your appetizers (cattails in blankets with a cherimoya jam dipping sauce) when you hear a commotion over at the entrance
>What seems to be a scrawny minotaur wearing a trenchcoat and hat is arguing with the maître d' about something
>As he turns to enter the dining area, he falls over and turns into three of your classmates
>They scatter and escape the furious maître d'
>You wonder what they were trying to get their Cutie Marks in this time as you turn back to the table
>Your appetizers are gone and have been replaced with about eight champagne flutes full of orange juice that you don't remember ordering
>"It ain't my fault they went to the kind of restaurant you gotta call in advance for!"
>"I told you before we went in! Rarity eats here all the time and she's always going on about getting a reservation!"
>The Cutie Mark Crusaders are hiding in the shrubbery outside Camptown.
>"Also, she's gonna be really mad that we lost her trench coat!"
>"Wasn't the coat your idea to begin with?"
"Girls! We have more important things to argue about than Rarity's coat!"
"Getting Diamond Tiara to kiss Peganon Jr. before the night's out so we can get our Cutie Marks?"
>"...You're right, Scootaloo. I plumb forgot the forest for the trees. Where do y'all think they're off to next?"
That's all for tonight.
In the unlikely event that the thread is still around at 19:00 EST tomorrow I may continue the story if I can decide how to continue it.
>You are Peganon Jr, and you are at the movies with Diamond Tiara.
>You didn't hear what she said to the ticket counter guy to convince him to let you in, but now you're watching a stallion crawl through a vent with a flamethrower clutched in his teeth in pursuit of a horrible monster.
>DT is leaning against you, with one of her forelegs wrapped across your withers.
>She is soft and warm.
>"Consarn it, this must be what a microwave dinner feels like."
>"Well, do you think Rarity's coat had enough loose bits in it to get us all in the front door?"
>"Fine. How are we even gonna know which theater they're in?"
"If we drop into the wrong one, we'll look around until we find the right one."
>Onscreen, the last surviving character is looking for her cat.
>It's quiet, and the tension is palpable.
>Suddenly, there's a loud crash and something bigger than a pony drops from the ceiling.
>You don't remember which of you screamed louder.
>You mostly just remember your date's little crown thingy poking your throat as you hauled her over the stampeding crowd out the nearest emergency exit.
>"Hey, where are y'all runnin' off to?"