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Chapter 131: Chapter 145: Nothing Happens, Part 145

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Chapter 145: Nothing Happens, Part 145

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Applejack was sleeping. This was normal. She was tied to her bed and blindfolded, which was also normal. However, these things simultaneously was not a normal occurrence.

“This is gonna be great when she wakes up,” Rainbow said for the cameras. “Hopefully she doesn’t need the lavatory or something.”

By complete coincidence, Applejack woke up. She tried to roll over, then noticed her ropedness.

“Rainbow?” Applejack said.

“You can’t even see me. You don’t know I’m here.”

“Ah just heard you. Also, who else would do this?”

“Rainbow ain’t ‘ere, Ah’m Apple Bloom.”

“That ain’t what she sounds lahke.”

“So?”

“Just untah me, Rainbow.”

“But I spent over three minutes doing this!”

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“Rainbow, Ah have borin’ mornin’ things to do.”

“Well, you’re getting raped first.”

“No.”

“It’s rape. The entire point is that you say no and I do it anyway.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Rainbow.”

“You’re getting raped and you’re gonna like it.”

“Fahne....”

Instead of transcribing the sex, the transcribers decided to have lunch.

“This sandwich is, in my opinion, very delicious,” transcriber #4 said.

“Rainbow’s doing forced kissing,” transcriber #5 wrote, “But I just saw forced sex so it’s kinda like... meh.”

“I understand what you’re saying, and I’m not trying to call you a wimp, but I was never affected at all.”

“I think ‘affected’ is kind of a strong word for how I felt.”

“Either way, it hasn’t stopped you from clopping.”

“Just a little.”

“Still, you’re clopping as you talk with me.”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“You’re inside.”

“Okay, but—” Applejack started eating instead of making, so she increased her rubbing speed.

“Could—”

“Shut up.” She clopped to the very relaxed sex in a very unrelaxed way and closed her laptop a second before she came. She licked some cum off her hoof, rubbed some of the saliva off on her other foreleg, and opened the laptop. “Could I what?”

“Never mind.”

“You know what we should do?”

“Look for other, more high-paying, jobs we would be good at?”

“No, I like this job. But what I was thinking was that since we’re not transcribing the sex, we should take our best dialogue and put some of it in the chapter.”

“I haven’t been typing any of it since I’m supposed to be taking a break.”

“Well, I have. I’ll put some of it in the stead of the sex. I saw that word and felt a strange burning desire to use it somewhere.”

“Okay, now we’re done.”

“Can ya untah me? Ah have to do borin’ mornin’ stuff sometahme.”

“Fine.”

And so Applejack finally got to do her boring morning stuff. It was boring, then she opened the door to find that Rainbow had been standing in front of it for minutes. She didn’t find out about the minutes, but you know.

“Go to Twahlaht,” Applejack said.

“What else do you have to do?”

“Go away.”

And so Rainbow decided to fly and stuff.

“You see that?” Twilight, watching this chapter live on television, said to no one. “She’s not even checking me! She just went straight to flying! She probably doesn’t like me anymore. Is it because of how we got together? Or maybe she just doesn’t need a backup girlfriend anymore. She’s happy with Applejack. She doesn’t need me. I don’t even want to watch her anymore. But if I turn to a different channel, then ten seconds later she’ll use the show to tell me something. Wait, why is it showing me? It’s been showing me talking about this. Maybe she just wants to fly and she still likes me. But then why did she go to... I thought she loved me.”

Knock-knock, Octavia! Lyra just answered the door normally.

“You doin’ stuff we could film?” camerapony #2 said.

“We’re both musicing at the moment, so no.”

“Plan D,” camerapony #2 said into his radio.

“Plan D,” transcriber #1 heard from her radio. She rang Butterscotch’s house’s doorbell, but after π minutes, it went unanswered.

“Plan E,” transcriber #1 said into her radio.

Next Chapter: Chapter 146: Out of Ideas Estimated time remaining: 7 Hours, 60 Minutes

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