"The World's Greatest Moonshot"
By DerangedClownHorse (https://pastebin.com/u/DerangedClownHorse)

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Created on: Sunday 23rd of February 2020 03:11:21 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 07:38:40 PM UTC


>"So Anon, do you think you could come see me at my baseball game tomorrow...?"
>You sigh and crouch down to the little filly's level.
"Listen kid. The ponies here don't like me much. I may play baseball myself professionally but that doesn't mean anything to any of them here. If I showed up to your game it'd be like a ten gallon hat of bad luck on your head."
>Her little smile falters a bit and her eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
>"I-I don't care! I want you to come to my baseball game. You're the best player Equestria has ever known! You're like my hero!"
>You shoot her a questioning look and exhale once more, gently placing a hand on her shoulder blade, just near her withers.
"What makes me your hero kid? I don't do anything but play baseball. I'm pretty good but..."
>You sigh again and look away.
"This world you're growing up in is a cruel one you know."
>You can't help but feel a little sorry for the kid if you're her role model.
>You're nothing but a big green alien to her who can play some dumb sport.
>Reluctantly you mule it over in your head whether or not it's a good idea to show up to her baseball game or not.
"Tell ya what. When's your baseball game?"
>Her freckles find themselves contorted into little creases made by her awkward smile.
>"T-Tomorrow. At noon."
>A bit early for your tastes, Sundays are your days off, but how can you say no to that face.
>A tiny smile finds it's way on your face and you stroke the fur on the little pony's back.
>"S-So you'll come?"
"You got it kiddo."
>You're taken aback by her sudden embrace, and you find yourself gently stroking her hair as she snuggles into you a bit.
>She whispers something just barely inaudible.
"What was that?"
>"U-Uh olive juice. Y-You smell like olive juice..."
"You're a funny one."
>The sun is starting to set, your baseball uniform is drenched in your sweat and the little filly you've met seems content just like this.
>The rest of your night is exactlty the same as any other, filled with tossing and turning with drinking and drowsing intermittently mixed between the two.
>The sun creeps it's way out and you begin to stir as it's warmth hits your face, coaxing you into moving about.
>With a groan you roll over and cover your head with your blanket, attempting to get some more z's.
>That is until the sun's rays intensify and begin to make your blanket smolder.
>Celestia isn't having your shit today.
>You roll back over and remove the blanket, deciding to just sit in bed for a bit, until eventually you decide to get up and wade through the endless sea of cider bottles and previously discarded baseball uniforms towards your bathroom.
>A shower would be good for you, just to help ground you again.
>You peel off your uniform with the day's previous hard work and just stand in the shower for a bit.
>The hot water is soothing you a bit, but it stings enough to remind you that you're actually supposed to be getting ready to head out soon anyways.
>So you hop out of the shower and settle on wearing some relaxed casual wear.
>Jeans and a t-shirt, as simple as it can get.
>And with that you're off to that baseball game you said you'd be at.
>By the way the sun seems to loom up above, you think it's already noon.
>What time did she say the game was for again?
>Your eyes shoot open with realization.
>...Fuck.
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>He said he'd be here...
>"LEAGUE! YOU'RE UP AT THE PLATE!"
"C-Can I wait a little longer coach?"
>Coach sighs and looks at your followups, and back at you.
>"Ya got til we get to third base."
>You smile and nod your head, albeit a bit nervously while the pony next in line takes your spot at the plate.
>"STRIKER! YOU'RE UP!"
>The faces of the crowd light up as Striker sets up at home, but you don't see Anon's.
>...He said he'd come watch you play.
>He wouldn't lie to you...right?
>Please come Anon. 
>I just wanna show you how much better I've gotten thanks to you...
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>Fuck
>Shit
>Fuck
>All this running on your day off just to make it to a baseball game you aren't even playing in.
>Your breathing is only slightly strained and you do eventually make it to the diamond.
>It's not exactly packed full of patrons, but it's definitely got more than a few ponies in the stands.
>You sigh and begin look for a seat that's not too far away from the action.
>The second you take a seat and begin to take a load off, the ponies near you begin to look at you with disgust, and up and move.
>No skin off your nose.
>With a sprying eye you scout the field in search of the sky blue maned filly, but you can't see her anywhere.
>Seems like she isn't out yet.
>You just hope she hasn't left yet or something.
>"YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!", you hear the umpire yell before a pony with a cream colored mane and a caramel coat walk off the field.
>"YOU'RE UP LEAGUE!"
>Nice, a new player on the field.
>Out of the dugout climbs the pony from yesterday, and you can't help but feel excited to see what she's capable of.
>She does seem a bit upset, so you stand up and cop your hands around your mouth into a megaphone shape.
"HEY!"
>Her ears perk up and she stares at you and grins like a madwoman.
>You smile back and take your seat again, only to see her nailed in the head by a baseball.
>Her head recoils back from being hit and she stares back over her shoulder.
>"STRIKE ONE!"
>"I-I wasn't paying attention!"
>"Well that's your fault. Back on the plate."
>She shakes her head and proceeds to ready herself, bat gripped in her maw.
>The pitcher throws the ball and it whizzes past the blue maned pony, making her swing a whiff.
>"STRIKE TWO!"
>You stand up again and cup your hands around your mouth.
"SWING EARLY AND SWING LOWER!"
>She stares your way and nods her head, readying herself back up.
>Her comrades in the dugout begin to heckle her a bit, and idly chit chat between one another.
>"Don't whiff this time League."
>"Yeah c'mon we need at least a single here."
>A single bead of sweat rolls down her cheek and onto home plate, and all her muscles contract in preparation.
>You see the pitcher pony's eyes fixate on the ump.
>The ump nods his head.
>The filly on home base exhales and kicks the dirt.
>The pitcher tilts their head back, the ball glowing with intense magic.
>You blink.
>The ball's whirring towards the batter.
>You feel adrenaline pump through your veins.
>She takes a swing.
>*Thwack*.
>The ball soars through the air, out of the diamond.
>Cheering and screaming fills the air, and you can't help but smile.
"Good job kid."
>"HOME RUN!"
>The team takes all four bases and the filly from before seems the most eager to get back to the dugout.
>Only she rushes back out and up to the patron stands, finding her way to you.
>Her pride is practically drawn on her face.
>"Didja see that homerun?" she says smugly.
"Course I did kid. You did great out there."
>She embraces you again andsnuggles into your chest this time, it's much easier for her to now since you're sitting,
>"A-Anon..."
"Yeah kid?"
>"I uh. I wanna tell you that I-"
>"LITTLE LEAGUE!" you hear a pony scream from the field.
>Her ears flatten, and her grip tightens around you.
>"GET BACK IN THE DUGOUT RIGHT NOW!"
>League stumbles over her own words for a bit before eventually letting go.
>"The coach down there is my dad so uhm..."
"So your names Little League?"
>She nods her head before trotting down the patron stairs before giving you a wave followed by a friendly smile.
>"I'll see you around Anon."
>League makes her back into the dugout and you can only assume she'll be chewed out later.
>You're just causing more mischief for another pony after all.
>You sigh and stand back up, leaving the diamond and heading back home.
>Maybe you were wrong.
>Maybe you can't make a name for yourself here after all no matter what.
>Prejudice even exists in ponies, apparently the most friendly of creatures here in this foreign to you land.
>There's nothing you can do about that.
>Another sigh escapes your lips and you uncork another cider bottle.
>May as start the night...
>After your fifth bottle of cider you're already more than hammered, and your vision is fading in and out.
>Not much else to do in this world besides drink.
>Your stupor is interrupted by a knock on the downstairs, and you drunkenly stumble about to answer the door.
>There's more knocking before you can even make it and you shout something before answering.
"YEAH GIMME A SECOND. Christ."
>You grab the handle and fling the door open.
>In your door frame stands...
>Little League.
>"A-Anon?" she says with tears visibly having traveled down her cheeks.
"What're you doing here kid? It's late."
>"M-My dad uhm. He put me out of the house."
>What.
>"I don't have anywhere else to go I...I know it's a bit of a bother but could I sleep her for the night...I-I promise I won't touch anything I just..."
"Hey."
>You pull her into an embrace and rub her hiar.
"It's all gonna be okay little pony."
>She begins to cry into your neck and you just hold her still for a few moments before scooping her up and bringing her inside.
>"I-I can't thank you enough for being so nice to me Anon. You're not like my dad."
"You're not like most other ponies League."
>You set her down gently onto your couch and begin to grab a bottle of cider for her, but you realize in a single moment of clarity, she's a kid after all.
>You're not even sure how old she is really.
"Hey kid."
>"Y-Yeah Anon?"
"How old are you anyways."
>"I'm 10."
>Of course.
>Maybe she'd like some tea instead.
>You bring out your kettle and messily fill it with water and tea leaves.
>A few minutes pass and the kettle is singing, steam blasting out of its spout.
>With ease you carry the kettle over to your end table, along with two teacups, pouring League's cup first.
>"Thanks Anon."
>You nod and pour yourself a cup, reaching over to your side and grabbing a couple of sugar cubes.
"One for me." you say, the sugar cube falling into the brown liquid with a plunk.
"And one for you." you say dropping another cube into League's cup
>She smiles and takes a sip and you do the same, the warmth of your brew lessening your inebriation just a bit, and granting you some more clarity.
>"Blegh. This stuff tastes weird."
>You shrug off her reaction and grab another sugar cube and drop it into her cup.
>She takes another sip and seems to like it a bit more.
>"That's better I guess. Still kind of bitter."
"Beggars can't be choosers."
>She stares down into the dark cup of tea.
"If you need a blanket I've got one upstairs I can go grab for you-"
>"Please don't leave me alone..."
>You're taken aback a bit by what you just heard and settle on staying downstairs.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna be here. This is my house after all."
>She scoots closer towards you and rests her head on your lap.
>While she makes herself comfy, you throw your head back over the edge of the top of your sofa, comically staring at the ceiling.
>The walls themselves spin, as well as the ceiling and you can't help but feel really breezy down below.
>Must be cold sweats.
>"Wow..." the little filly in your lap exclaims.
>You swing your head upwards, and focus center on her.
>She's got your pants practically off, and your dick is about a single layer away from being exposed.
"HEY KID WOAH THERE!"
>You scramble to pull your pants back up and get them hoisted back up above your waist.
>"Oh buck I-I'm sorry I-" the orange filly before you begins to panic, shedding tears while hyperventilating.
>"I just- I felt something hard poke me and-I was worried I-Buck I-"
"Kid..."
>"I just didn't know- I thought-"
"Kid."
>"I don't wanna go back home I-"
"KID." you say sternly, elevating your voice.
>She pipes down and lowers her head, still peering up at you from her sitting position.
"Listen. You're not old enough for that kind of stuff yet. Don't do that ever again unless...well...you're sure it's with a stallion you wanna marry or something equally cheesy."
>She looks back up at you, hope peering through her amethyst seeing orbs.
>"W-Well what if I wanna marry you Anon..."
>You cock a brow at her and shake your head.
"You're too young to make a decision like that so early."
>"B-But you're kind! You're smart! You can play baseball better than ANY pony EVER! And you don't beat me for making mistakes l-like just now..."
>The last bit catches you off guard.
"Well I uh. I don't think you should make such a hasty decision anyways kid. Think about that kind of stuff before you just go ahead and do or say it."
>She nods her head and smiles.
>"You aren't gonna change my mind. No matter what. You're the stallion I'm gonna marry Anon, because I love you!"
>You shake your head and take a seat once more.
"You really are weird. You know that kid?"
>This grants you a giggle and you both finish sipping your tea in silence.
>Eventually you both fall asleep on the couch, more so Little League first, and she's all snuggled up in your lap like a cat before you eventually doze off.
>Ponies aren't all so bad after all.

>Once again, the morning sun wakes you up a fair bit earlier than usual.
>With a groan, stretch, and a pop, you come to your senses a bit, and remember all of last night.
>Immediately you're filled with many feelings.
>Most of them being inane amounts of paranoia.
>Was what happened last night...bad?
>If Little League ever told anyone, what would happen?
>If word of whatever the fuck that was gets out...
>You can kiss your sweet ass goodbye.
>Literally
>Prison here in Equestria might be extremely different from the ones back on Earth.
>Zebras named Zekmutzal with dicks big enough to put Jerome to shame.
>You shudder just thinking about it.
>Little League is still comfily nestled into your lap, snoozing quietly.
>You don't want to disturb her sleep but, it's Monday.
>That means she has school, and you have to go to 'work'.
>Gently you nudge her awake, eliciting a yawn and a few smacks of her mouth.
"Hey kid. You go to school don't you?"
>"Wha? Yeah. I go to school but I uh-"
"Then let's get you there. It's morning."
>You go to pick League up, only to hear her stomach gurgle with the distinguishable sound of hunger.
>"Ehehe...s-sorry."
"I guess that means it's time for breakfast huh?"
>You set her back down and head to the kitchen, opening your fridge and searching for some grub.
>All you have that would be good is some apples.
>Guess you'll have to make due.
>With two apples in your hands, you give one to League and you chomp into the other.
>Seems like she fucking swallows the thing whole by the time you've let go.
>She's got quite the appetite.
>Proudly she puffs out her cheeks and lets loose a pretty loud burp.
>"Done."
>You shake your head at her and proceed to chomp into your apple,
>About half way from being done, you hear her stomach gurgle some more.
>"S-Sorry I-"
>You shush her by shoving the rest of your apple into her mouth and she happily chomps away, consuming the entire fucking thing, core and all.
>It's a bit grotesque actually.
>But you're happy she's able to get some food in her body.
>Who knows how long it's been since she's had an actual meal.
>"Thanks Anon." she says, finishing it off finally.
"No problem kid."
>She gets up and heads to the door, and you follow suit, locking up when you both exit.
>"I can make it to school Anon. It would look weird if you showed up with me anyways."
"Oh I know. I have to go train today anyways."
>"Oh..well I'll see you again sometime. E-Even if I just need a place to spend the night you'll be here right?"
>You nod and smile softly.
"You betcha."
>She nods and starts to walk away.
>"Bye Anon."
>As you walk down the trodden cobblestone path, you can't help but feel like you're being...watched.
>It's a feeling you can't compare to any other, but it's definitely as if you know for SURE you are being watched.
>Cautiously you scan the area around you, and see nopony out of the ordinary.
>Or nothing out of the ordinary.
>All seems well.
>But you can't shake this feeling.
>A rustle of leaves is audible behind you.
>You about face to find the source of the crunch, and lieu and behold, a purple alicorn is in your wake.
>The look of concern she wears doesn't seem to fade when you shoot her a quizzical glare.
"Have you been following me?"
>"Yes."
"For what?"
>She remains quiet and averts your gaze.
>"You're probably the only one in all of Equestria who will be able to do what I am about to request of you..."
"I don't mean to be rude miss uh..."
>"Princess Twilight Sparkle. Please understand that the fate of Equestria lies in your hooves alone."
"Riiight. Princess. Okay well I'm not meaning to sound rude or insolent or any fucking thing, but what reason do I have to do anything for Equestria. My experience with living in this strange magical land is that most of if not ALL of the ponies here dislike me. They pretend I have no feelings, they act like I hold no rights as a living being, and most importantly, they dismiss my very existence as one that the land would be better off without. What could I possibly want to help Equestria for?"
>She remains quiet and stares at the ground, ears flattening.
>"You don't understand. If you don't help us Anon...Equestria will be destroyed..."
>Your eyes shoot open a bit.
"What?"
>"It's a bit complicated for me to really give you a fair explanation without being wordy...so would you by any chance like to come back to my castle with me for some tea while we discuss what exactly's going on?" she practically murmurs out, a meek smile plastered onto her face.
>Many thoughts race through your head in an instant. 
>What if this is some kind of trap to further reduce you to a nothing?
>What if she IS telling the truth about Equestria possibly being destroyed?
>What will happen if you follow her?
>Are you really gonna do this for ponies who don't value your mere existence?
"I-"
>"Anon. Please." Twilight begs you, trotting closer to you, beaming your way, hope shining through her eyes, gently illuminated by the sun's rays.
>Your face softens and you peer into those amethyst orbs, reminded of Little League the entire time.
"Sure. I'll come over to your castle to discuss whatever we need to. Just-don't fuck with me alright? I have enough to deal with as it is."
>Her smile spreads from one ear to the other, and she quickly hugs your leg.
>"You have no idea how much it means to hear you're willing to help us all Anon."
"Yeah yeah ease off the mushy stuff."
>"R-Right right sorry. Ehm. Follow me please."
>With a nod you're both off to the direction opposite of your training camp, and towards the center of town.
>What the fuck are you getting yourself into.
----
>You've only been gone a few minutes and you miss being around Anon.
>You miss his voice.
>You miss his smell.
>You really do miss...him.
>When it comes to other foals you don't feel like this.
>Days could pass, weeks even, and you wouldn't care that any foal in your class wasn't there.
>None of them really mattered to you.
>The only one that matters is Anon.
>The stallion you're gonna marry.
>Gosh.
>When you say that, even in your head, you start to feel funny in your tummy.
>Like there's little wriggly worms in there or something.
>It makes you all giggly too.
>Soon enough your thoughts are interrupted when you finally make it to school, and into the classroom.
>Cheerilee seems surprised you're in today and pulls you to the side.
>"Good Morning Little League. Your parents were saying you might not show up today? And yet here you are."
"Well I was-"
>You recall last night.
>Your face stings with pain from the memory.
>Instinctively you clench up.
"They just thought I was coming down with a cold or something."
>Daddy always tells you to lie to anypony when they ask about stuff that happens at home.
>"Oh. Well I'm glad you could make it in today." she says smiling your way.
>You smile back, but it's an empty kind of smile.
>The one you put on when people ask you how things are at home.
>As you make your way to the back of the classroom towards your seat, you bump into one of your few friends, Applebloom.
>"Howdy League!"
"Hey Applebloom."
>"I heard the other day ya' went an' found Anonymoos that hooman, an' you got him to come to yer' baseball game."
"Hehe yeah I-"
>She gets a little bit closer and brings her voice down to whisper.
>"I heard you HUGGED him too!"
"Well yeah what's-"
>"So is he yer special somepony now?"
>Your cheeks glow bright red with embarrassment.
"No! No! I just maybe like him a teeny bit. BUT NOT IN THAT WAY!"
>She smiles smugly at you, trotting off to her seat near yours.
>"Y'know you can tell me anything Lily."
>You nod her way quickly and proceed to take a seat as well.
>The rest of your day goes off without a hitch, besides the fact that you practically zoned out for like, every single word that was said.
>Lunch was blegh.
>Spaghetti and hayballs.
>Really gross stuff.
>The end of the day draws near and you just dread heading back home.
>Ultimately you'll have to go back.
>...but maybe not.
>You could just go by Anon's house again.
>You could keep going over.
>Forever and ever.
>That would be nice...
>Yeah.
>You'll just live with Anon.
>A feeling of serenity washes over you just imagining life with Anon.
>Things would be so much better off if you were with Anon.
>You'd be able to shower without worrying about...anything happening.
>You'd be able to eat regularly.
>You'd be able to go outside and do things besides play at those stupid baseball games.
>Truth is, you don't even really like them that much.
>They're all you're good at.
>None of what you actually like is what you get to do anyways.
>But with Anon maybe things will change for the better.
>You're trotting back to Anon's house with a little bit of a pep in your step, and more energy than you left school with somehow.
>Your hearts beating and your can feel your hooves wobble a little under your weight.
>E-Even though you're not fat.
>The hoofsteps you take feel like you're trotting on the clouds of Cloudsdale themselves.
>It's almost as if you're in a trance, each hoof moves after the other rhythmically until you stop on Anon's doorstep.
>You gulp hard and knock three times.
----
>"-And this is my personal library, I'm pretty sure you know about the old tree shaped one-"
"The one I never went to, yes."
>"Y-Yeah. That one." Twilight says, scrunching her muzzle up, her ears drooping a bit.
"Lemme guess. Fate of the world yadda yadda the power of friendship, and now we have to research what to do?"
>Her ears perk up at your pseudo suggestion.
>"Well not...exactly. No."
>She circles you, leading you instead up some more stairs, brilliantly crystalline in structure.
"No?"
>"This problem has nothing to do with friendship Anon."
>You furrow your brow and crease your lips a bit.
"Well you've been more or less dilly dallying on what the actual fuck is going on for the past thirty minutes, so I think I'm just a bit tired of the horseshit you're shoveling my way."
>She continues to walk up the crystal stairs, her hoofsteps echoing throughout the castle's corridors.
>"In due time Anonymous. You'll understand in due time."
>You scowl at her and continue following her.
>Soon enough you both reach an observatory atop her giant, glass palace, and she takes a seat on a nearby bench.
>She beckons for you to come sit with her, and you oblige.
>Soon before you, a giant telescope slinks it's way down from the ceiling, and it's viewing lens is large enough for both you and Twilight to view the sky.
"So we're gonna watch what? The stars? In broad fucking day?"
>She shushes you and redirects the telescope to another area of the sky.
>"What I am about to show you could very well be the thing that destroys Equestria."
>You sigh again, mostly with disbelief and lean forward to peer through the viewing lens.
>With a blink, your vision readjusts to better accommodate the picture you see now extremely close to your retina.
>You wait, and wait, and wait, but all you see are what look like little white dots.
"I don't...see anything?"
>"Hmm. Just give it some time. It moves pretty fast so you should see it soon."
>You sigh again and begin to back away from the telescope, but something twinkles over in the corner of your view.
>Then, a giant cobalt blue orb that looks like it's on fire flies into the center of the outer scopes lens.
>"Do you see it Anon?"
"I see a big blue burning ball of something."
>"That's what I was waiting for. That's what's going to destroy Equestria."
>You're at a loss for words, so all you do is pull away from the viewing lens
"So what. It's a big meteor, barreling towards us all. Can't you use your pony magic stuff to stop it or something?"
>Twilight sighs herself, shifting her position in her seat.
>"I've already tried that Anon. Several times now. My magic even combined with the power of Celestia's isn't capable enough of destroying that...thing. Whatever it is, it's definitely magically charged."
>You stare at her, mouth agape and disbelief worn as your expression.
"You're trying to trick me. Just like all those other ponies. You've gotta be."
>She shakes her head.
>"Anonymous." she says, her voice once more vibrant, now devoid of any personality and monotonous.
>"I've brought you here today because I did figure out what the solution is to our problem."
>You take a few steps away from her.
"I can't help you do this Twilight. I can't help ANY of you with this."
>She lowers her head and speaks again.
>"Anon. You are truly our only hope. If whatever that thing is continues on it's planned course, it'll fall right here in Ponyville first, right where you and I stand."
>You swallow hard and your hands begin to sweat.
"What have I got to do with this Twilight? I can't help you. I'm just a human. I've got no special or hidden talents."
>"You have one." she says shifting her gaze back up at you, her smile weakly finding it's way back on her face.
>What could she mean?
>All you can do is-
"What the actual FUCK kind of dope are you smoking to think baseball has FUCKING ANYTHING to do with a GIANT fucking METEOR?" you venomously spit her way.
>"Well. You're the best baseball player Equestria's ever known. And there's a reason for that."
"Oh bite me."
>She trots over to you and eyes you up and down.
>"You know, even earth ponies have potent magic that makes them useful for everyponies sake."
"What are you trying to say?"
>"You're magic Anon."
>Silence fills the air.
>Followed by your laughter.
>For nearly ten minutes you continue laughing.
>She just stares at you blankly, furrowing her brow a bit.
"Oh wait. You were serious. LEMME LAUGH HARDER." you say bursting into another cackling fit and falling to the floor semi dramatically.
>She sighs and you rise, holding your sides in pain.
"Oh fuck that's a good one."
>"Anon. Your love of a simple sport has transcended what should be possible for your abilities as a human. No offense, but humans aren't the most...able..."
>The fuck's that supposed to mean?
"Well now that you mention it I guess...I have been able to pull off some shit I'd have never been able to back home. One time I climbed a ten foot tall gate and yanked a ball out of the air mid jump."
>"Precisely what I mean when I say that being here has amplified your physical abilities, it's magic."
"Makes sense I guess."
>"So is it really unreasonable to place ALL of my faith in something so incalculable? The meteor already can't be stopped, why not go for a hail mary."
>That would mean giving your life for the lives of others.
>Living beings that don't give a single shit about you.
>Just like before you got here.
>You sigh and stare at Twilight, thinking about how many people don't even care that you sacrificed yourself for their sake.
>And now you most likely have to do it again.
>The sweet warm embrace of embers awaits you again.
"Well what do I have to do."
>She perks back up and hops out of her chair.
>"What you do best." she says, her horn glowing with intent, levitating a marble baseball bat your way.
>You grasp hold of it and make note of it's runic inscriptions, the handle's grip seems to be gently sanded cedar, and all the weight is distributed near the top.
"So this is..."
>"Yeah. The only thing I could come up with in a pinch. Maybe it'll help."
>You grin smugly and take a test swing, the runes glowing a fierce flurry of colors as you do so, leaving a visible rainbow trail where you've whiffed the air.
>Twilight stares in awe all the while.
"Yeah. This'll work."
>”Maybe, just maybe, we have a chance now Anon.”
“A chance likened to that of an icicle dagger slaying the fucking devil himself yeah sure.”
>She smile weakly your way and trots to your side. 
>”I really appreciate what you’re risking for us all Anon. Truly.”
>You give her a half hearted smile of your own and pat her on the withers, right between her wings. 
>She gasps and tenses up at your touch, and you recoil in fear you’ve hurt her somehow. 
“Shit my bad I-“
>”N-No no! It’s fine Anon! J-Just...warm me next time or uhm...something.”
>You gently place your hand back down right on her back once more, in the same spot, and rub back and forth a tiny bit affectionately. 
>She cooes and sighs gently, nuzzling into your leg. 
>...Ponies can be kind of cute sometimes too can’t they.
>You find yourself a bit idly lost in thought, still gingerly rubbing her back, your focus more on examining your new marbled runic bat. 
>What powers could this thing hold that’ll make your newfound quest easier. 
>Maybe the rainbows are some kind of red herring, a mere placebo. 
>No matter. 
>It’ll all work out in the end. 
>Hopefully. 
>Exhausted panting and a weird thumping draw you out of your thoughts, only for you to realize Twilight’s become a sweaty purple blob on the floor, kicking at the crystal beneath her hooves every so often. 
>”A-Anon-P-PleaSE I-“
“Oh shit sorry Twi!” you say yanking your hand away from in between her wings.
>She stops panting and lets loose a long whine. 
>”By Celestia why did you-“
“I didn’t mean to hurt you Twi. I was just thinking about...everything.”
>”Wha-? Y-You were-“
“Touching your back, it seems to be pretty sore and rough right now. I didn’t mean to make it worse for you. “
>”Y-Yeah. I-I’m just a little uh. Sore. Yeah. Haha....”
>You instead as a bit of an apology scratch behind her ear and she coos in delight. 
“I’ve gotta get home and unpack all of this.”
>Twi nods and trots back over to her impractical crystal ottoman. 
>”I uh. Have some more studying to do anyways. S-So I guess you going home is fine.”
>You smile and nod back her way before about facing, clutching your new toy in your left hand. 
“Seeya.”
>Out the castle you walk, feeling like you could lift off at a moments notice. 
>No seriously. 
>You sort of feel like you’re lighter than when you went in, so light that you feel as if the extra spring in your step could literally carry you across town in a single bound. 
>In fact. 
>You enter a crouching position, much like that of an olympic runner, tensing all your muscles in preparation.
>And at the drop of a hat you bolt forward, the wind whistling in your ears, your hair flowing free in the wind. 
>You look behind you, only to see you’ve cleared at least half the walk back to your house. 
>Shock fills you and you stumble over in the middle of the street, kicking up dust in your wake. 
>A pony stares at you wide eyed, mouth agape. 
>”Wow...”
“Uh. Hi?”
>The little mint colored mare just stares at you, eyes still wide and glimmering. 
>”Wow....”
“Oooooohhhhkay then. See ya around.”
>”Wow...” she utters once more before you flail around collecting your runic rod before running off back to your house. 
>What a weird day. 
>What a weird pony. 
>What a weird time to have a boner. 
>...must be the adrenaline. 
>Within a few more moments of running you make it to your own front door step. 
>Winded a bit, you dig the keys out of your pocket and open the door, and on your couch lies a frazzled tangerine coated filly. 
>She’s napping cozily, and you can literally see the little zzz’s flying up from her snout. 
>You just shake your head at the fact that she hasn’t gone to school. 
>Plus. 
>The door was locked before you left. 
>...so how did she get in?
>A sigh escapes your lips and you just shut the door behind you. 

>You take a seat next to where she’s resting and take a load off. 
>Your mind should be racing at a thousand miles a second. 
>A million thoughts a nanosecond. 
>A quadrillion moments in a Planck’s length. 
>But it’s not. 
>You’re as calm cool and collect as you normally are. 
>Well when you aren’t fucking drinking your liver into submission. 
>To say the least you aren’t concerned. 
>Maybe it’s just all hit you at one time that if you fail, you’re going to die. 
>Everything on this planet’s going to die if you fail. 
>You shudder a bit at the thought of living beings that don’t understand what’s about to happen having their lives cut short by a giant space rock or something.
>With all your pondering you’ve forgotten League is laying on the sofa beside you, and she’s found her way into your lap and she’s nuzzling against your leg affectionately. 
“League.”
>She keeps rubbing against your leg, seeming to creep closer towards your groin. 
“League?”
>Her nuzzling continues and you scoot away from her but her muzzle finds its way buried in your crotch. 
“LEAGUE?!”
>”Huh?! Wha-“
“The fuck are you doing? Didn’t we talk about this already?”
>”Talk about what Nonny?” She says giggling devilishly 
>Nonny..?
>”I’m practically an adult. I can make my own decisions.” She slurs out a bit. 
>Oh god is she...
>You lean in close to her and catch a whiff of booze on her breath, but she takes this as a sign to try her best to lean in a kiss you, her tongue flopping and flying everywhere and nearly splatting a large blob of spit against your face. 
“Gah fuck League. You’ve been drinking my booze haven’t you?”
>”I dunnoooo...” she says getting close to your face again. 
“The fuck kid. That stuff isn’t for children.”
>”I thought it was apple juice or somethin’. “ she says hiccuping all the while. 
>You facepalm and try to rub the stress down and out of your face through your chin. 
“Well now you really can’t go home. You’re fucking drunk.”
>”I’m what?”
“YOU. ARE. DRUNK. “
>”I haven’t shrunk. What are you-“
>You grab hold of the little fully and rush upstairs with her in your arms. 
>”Oh we’re going to bed? But I thought I was a kid. Adults shouldn’t do that kind of things to kids.”
“Shaddup League. You’re drunk.”
>”I don’t even know what that means!”
“It means you’ve had too much alcohol.”
>The bathroom door is already open, and you run some cold water in your bathtub. 
>”Hey what are ya’-“
>You throw Lily into the tub without warning and she screams bloody murder. 
>”COLD! COLD! COLD! COLD! WHAT THE HAY ARE YA’ DOIN’ THROWIN’ A LITTLE FILLY-“ 
>You cut her off by dunking her in the icy cold pool of water and she sputters and gasps for air. 
>”OOOOOOH CELESTIA’S SAKE THAT’S COLD!”
“That should sober you up.”
>”THE HAY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ANON I-“
>You splash more water at her, making her recoil and shrink into the farthest corner from you. 
>”SHEEESH I GET IT OK I GET IT ILL CALM DOWN PLEASE JUST STOP.”
>Oh yeah, she’s sober. 
>”The buck you go and do that for? I thought we were just having fun-“
“Maybe that was all fun and games for you kid. Being molested by horse isn’t that fun.”
>”W-Well I just thought it was all fun and games. And you didn’t seem to dislike it THAT much.”
>You sigh and grab a towel from the rack. 
“Come on. Let’s get you dry and warmed back up.”
>”Aw yeah finally I get to see your-“
“For fucks sake what’s gotten into you?”
>”I-I dunno. I’ve been feeling kinda...weird. Especially around you.”
“Weird how?” You question her, hoisting her up out of the bath , the towel wrapped tightly around her mid section.
>”G-Good weird definitely. Especially when you hold me like that...” 
>You cringe a bit and set her down, drying her off speedily. 
>”I just. I don’t know! Before I left to get back here I-“
“Wait. So you DID make it school after all?”
>”Yeah why?”
>So she really did break in huh. 
“The question is kid. How’d you get in. I locked the door after we both left.”
>”A-ANYWAY. When I started to try and make it back inside...”
——-
>Anon isn’t here. 
>You’re pretty sure of it. 
>If he were here he’d answer the door for sure. 
>He has to answer the door. 
>Even if he doesn’t. 
>You aren’t going back home. 
>No way. 
>The door looks too sturdy to try and kick open. 
>So instead you sneak over to the side of the house, in hopes of a window being open or something. 
>Bingo. 
>There IS an open window. 
>Up on the second floor...
>You swear under your breath and look for a way up. 
>Oh wow, what a conveniently placed ladder resting against Anon’s house that all you need to do is move over to the window. 
>With ease you move the ladder over some, and you’ve got a one way ticket inside. 
“Easy peasy, livin greasy.” you say smugly as you begin to climb up the ladder.
>Once at the top of the ladder and near the roof, you hop inside, and land directly into Anon’s dirty clothes hamper. 
>At first you struggle, flopping around inside, but eventually flinging clothes everywhere you catch whiff of his scent and something...overtakes you. 
>You exhale with difficulty and grab hold of a pair of his shorts. 
>This isn’t weird. 
>You’re just. 
>Sniffing your heroes shorts to remember what it’s like being near him. 
>Nah. 
>You stuff as much fabric as you can to your about and inhale deeply. 
>Your legs quiver, your head goes blank, and you start to see stars. 
>Buck. 
>Yes. 
>Feels like you’re in heaven right now. 
>Celestial above if you could stay right here just like this forever you’d be okay for the rest of your life. 
>All good things must come to an end though, and you hop out of the hamper feeling a little less than stable, your legs barely able to support your weight. 
>Anon would probably think you're weird or something.
>But it's not like that.
>He just.
>Smells good.
>Like all the time.
>While you're trotting softly through Anon's room you step on a bottle, slipping and falling in a comical fashion.
>"Ow.." you grumble out, rubbing your butt, examining the bottle you just stumbled over.
>There's an apple on the label, and it's color is a deep gold, slightly tinged brown.
>Must be apple juice.
>You uncork the bottle with your hooves, spilling a bit of the liquid on your chest.
>Smells like apple juice, looks like apple juice, what else could it be.
>With reckless abandon you chug the entire bottle, ignoring the slight sting in your throat until you've downed all of the liquid.
"Blegh. This isn't apple juice."
>You raise the bottle once more and stare at the label again.
>There's nothing else besides an apple.
>You shrug it off and head downstairs to find a snack, but your legs get all wobbly again.
>This time you're starting to see stars and the entire world is spinning.
"Whaaaaaaaat tthe-"
>You tumble down the stairs and your head makes contact with the cold hard ground, but you slingshot your way back up onto your hooves somehow.
>With everything being so fuzzy you think it's a good idea to sit down on Anon's couch.
>So you sprawl yourself out, extending your hooves up above your head and you spread your hind legs out as well.
>Oh yeah that's the stuff right there.
>Idly you rub your tummy and find your hoof slinking it's way down lower and lower until-
>You gasp and tense up a bit, biting your lower lip in anticipation-
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"Uh. League?"
>"Hold on I'm just getting to the good part where-"
"I don't wanna hear about that kid."
>"W-Well you're the one who asked about it!"
"Fucking christ kid. Of all the shit I had to deal with today..."
>"Pshhh your training stuff couldn't have been that bad."
"I didn't train today League. Instead I got...a lot of information thrown into my lap."

>Her ears shoot upwards, her curiosity seeming to be piqued.
>"Well what's up?"
>You sigh and look over in the corner at your runic swing stick.
"Let's just say I'm gonna save the world."
>She giggles a bit at you.
"What? I'm serious."
>"No, I believe you. I just always thought you were like a superhero."
>You cock a brow her way and she giggles again.
>"Ever since you showed up and started playing in the major leagues...even when I didn't wanna go to those baseball games, I went just because I wanted to see you play. You were so-"
>She takes a dramatic pause and her eyes light up with enthusiasm.
>"AWESOME!"
"Heh. I guess you could say I am a superhero now. I'm Equestria's only hope."
>She smiles and tackles you into a hug, snuggling into your midsection.
>"I know you can save us Anon."
>You return the hug and stroke her hair gently.
"I hope I can kid."
>You sneak a glance back over to your bat and see it's runes glowing even more intensely than earlier.
>Looks like.
>You've got more training to do.
----
>A few days have passed, and you've amped up your training regime to atleast three fold, and the results are showing themselves.
>You've gained a shit ton of muscle mass, and it's no surprise due to the fact that your physical abilities here are increased.
>You've also gotten a lot more nimble due to all the pseudo pilates bullshit mumbo jumbo you learned from some weird stoner pony.
>All in all, you're just beefing yourself up for the fucking end boss.
>Even if you fail.
>There isn't a redo like last time.
>But it'll all be ok.
>Twilight's been keeping you updated on the meteor's location, and it's looming closer and closer by the second.
>You haven't told League all the details of things yet, and she's been around at your house for a while now.
>You sort of think she's never gonna go home.
>You're ok with that mostly due to the fact that her dad is...not the most supportive parent out there.

>All in all, life seems to be better with the end looming above.
>Literally.
>With no real other objective but waiting out your final task you just keep training.
>You've just finished up your reps for today and headed home, and you decide a nice hot shower would be best to ease your muscle strain.
>Try as you might, even in the hot steamy water, you can't quell the amount of excitement you're feeling.
>It can only be expected during a do or die situation.
>Fight or flight response and all that.
>And with things as they are now you could assuredly say it's do or do.
>Just as you hop out of the shower, there's a knock at your door.
>You forgo clothing and just wrap a towel around your waist, rushing downstairs to open up.
>Just as you're about to open the door, your unruly patron knocks again, and you're a bit annoyed but you open the door with great gusto.
>The first thing you see is a tall white alicorn with a snow white coat, and a free flowing rainbow colored mane.
>She's decked out with hella gold chains and shit though.
>"Anonymous. A pleasure to see you this day. May I come in?" she asks.
>You bow curtly and gesture her inside.

>She tilts her head upwards and enters your humble abode.
>"Ahem. Anonymous, you may know why I am here already."
"I have not the slightest idea why you are here Princess." you say striding over to take a seat on your couch.
>She follows suit and graciously plops herself down.
>"Oooh what a nice and comfortable couch you have."
"Uh. Thanks I guess?"
>"My apologies, however I am here to inform you of a few things."
>You nod your head silently, Celestia's curt smile staying ever present.
>"I have come to tell you, the magical object that approaches, it seems to be the collective repressed...how do I put this without making it sound too..odd..."
>She furrows her brow and continues to smile, looking for the words to say.
>"The meteor is a magical object that passes near our planet every 500 years, and it usually carries away a lot of the negative energy given off by ponies in their estrus cycles as it blazes right past us, but something or somepony is funneling more energy into it, thusly making it larger and more drawn to energy the likes of what it's comprised of."
>You do your absolute best to remain as blank a slate as possible to really get a grip on what you're being told.
>"Recently heat cycles have seemed to have more of an imposing effect on the mares in town as well, we had to start sending all the stallions to Manehattan, where there for sure was refuge for them, and even then safety was not guaranteed."
"Uh."
>"I only tell you this because recently we have made another discovery. The source of what's powering the meteor up more than what it normally is."
"Ah. So you guys want me to go and deal with that or something?"
>She makes eye contact with you for an uncomfortable amount of time.
>"Perhaps I need say it directly. Anonymous, you are the source of what's giving the meteor power. You seem to have a lot of repressed desires trapped in the inner machinations of your mind."
"What do you mean repressed desires?"
>"To put it bluntly Anonymous. There is a special somepony in your life and you long for their touch."
>There's only one pony you'd even consider to be 'special' to you.
>No way you'd ever wanna...
>"It may come as a bit of a shock to you Anonymous, but I assure you, these feelings you have within, they are not unfounded."
"That's...not true. It can't be true..."
>"Come now. Surely the pony you care so deeply about would reject your advances should you make them?"
"It's complicated your highness. It really is."
>"Oh? Is that so? How, pray tell, is caring about somepony complicated?"
"They're...not quite..."
>She eyes you up and down, cocking a brow while casting her gaze at the rising lump between your legs casually covered by your towel.
>"I do believe they're attractive enough for you."
"It's not like that at all. I just. I can't. It's...wrong. She's not of age to really decide stuff like what she says she's already decided on. She always tells me she's gonna marry me and we're gonna have a shit ton of kids and live in a big house and yadda yadda. Truth is, she's still just a kid in my eyes, and as much as it means to her that I be in her life, I don't think I could ever see myself as anything more than-"
>"A father figure?"
>You clam up and scrunch your face into a tight knit ball.
>"Human. Understand me when I say this, our views on love here in Equestria are very ambiguous. Love has more than just a single meaning of course, but here, many of the repressed thoughts ponies have about the ones they love even as family arise out of a purer form of emotion they can't seem to understand themselves."
>You scowl at her with disbelief plastered on your face and she giggles at you.
>"What I am trying to say is this Anonymous, it may seem as if the care you have is being corrupted, but if you know your love to be true then you can embrace and accept those thoughts for what they are. Merely thoughts."
"So you're telling me fuck a filly."
>"What? No no no. I'm saying to come to terms with your desires, acknowledge them, channel the thoughts into something else. Otherwise the meteor will destroy Equestria, and you alongside it."
"Jesus fucking- Okay I guess." you sloggishly spit out, letting loose the mother of all sighs.
"Where do I even start with...compartmentalizing these...thoughts then."
>"That is for you to figure out."
>You groan, throwing your hands up into the air dramatically and pulling the skin on your face down, wiping the stress down from your forehead to your chin.
"Why does this stuff always have to be some soul seeking, look deep within yourself, ancient chinese secret bullshit."
>"I don't think I understand, and yet somehow I still do."
"I guess I gotta...do some rooting around in my own head then? Try to understand why I have vivid imagery of wanting to just pick her up and-"
>"I don't need the mental image Anonymous."
"R-Right. Sorry, uhm. Your Highness."
>She giggles at your embarrassment and you decide to put a kettle of tea on for your improv royal hearing.
>While you're enjoying Princess Celestia's presence and a good cup of tea, she seems to remember she has to do some very important princess things and leaves.
>On your sofa with a towel snug around your waist, you begin to wonder what could Celestia have meant by channel your desires into something else.
>Make a fucking sculpture depicting you railing Little League?
>Write a story about you pounding her?
>Make a sonnet about how much you wanna stick it to her?
>That's fuckin weird man.
>The last thing you'd want is to do THAT of all things with a filly as pure and caring as League.
>Well pure isn't quite the right word you'd use but...the point still stands.
>Dicking a daughteru is not good.
>Just as you finish up your cup of tea you get another knock at the door, so you hop up without a second thought and throw the door open, only to spot that timid mint colored mare from the other day.
>She's not staring at you, instead she's focusing on some object off to her left.
>"H-Hey so you're Anonymous right? The human? I was wondering if maybe-" she finally turns to face you and her eyes shoot open while she gasps.
>"A-ANONYMOUS HOW FORWARD OF YOU! I-I'M NOT THAT KIND OF MARE! W-WELL MAYBE IF YOU WANTED ME TO BE-"
>For a second you wonder what the fuck she's going on about before you feel the breeze sway your stiffened member in the wind.
>FUCK.
>Lyra covers her eyes, still babbling out some incomprehensible nonsense with a blush while you cover your loins, giving apologies before you rush upstairs to find some fucking clothes before things could get any worse.
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>Anon hasn't been talking as much lately.
>Maybe he's just bored of hanging out with you.
>You're just a filly after all.
>There's only so much you two could do together.
>Well he could always just-
>NO.
>BAD.
>Bad thoughts are what push Anon away, and you don't want that.
>Time seems to always be at a standstill while you're away from him too.
>School days feel like years creeping along.
>The only thing that makes it worth going on is leaving school and going to spend time with Anon.
>He's even been showing you how to play baseball better.
>Although a lot of playing really depends on your own skill...but you have been getting better!
>You can eye the ball up more than you could before and actually line yourself up for a good strike!
>That's not all, you've been doing training with Anon too, working on your stamina and doing some basic exercises.
>You think it's paying off, you're a lot stronger now!
>...sort of.
>The exercise mostly just makes your muscles hurt but they're fun either way but only cause you do them with Anon.
>Speaking of Anon, you're on your way to his house right now, he's not been inside for a few days so you couldn't really go bother him.
>Not like he'd say much anyways, most likely he'd just keep doing his workout and you'd follow suit.
>You give his door a few gentle knocks and get no audible response.
>You wait a few minutes and Anon opens up the door, staring at you perplexed.
>"Hey League. What's up."
"Oh you're actually talking to me today?"
>"Yeah sorry I just...usually don't know what else to say kid."
>You stare down at the ground and trot inside and Anon shifts to let you in.
>As you plop down on his couch he follows suit and stumbles over words for a bit.
>"You know...I..." he starts, but never finishes.
>"I have-" he cuts himself short again.
>"League...I don't know where to start with what I'm about to say. So I guess I should just spit it out and not ramble on..."
"I'm listening, whatever it is you can tell me." you say beaming his way.
>"Well. To put it bluntly..."
"Mhm?"
>"I may possibly..."
"Yes?"
>"Just a teeny bit-"
"Yeah?!"
>"Maybe a LITTLE ITTY BIT-"
"JUST SAY IT!"
>"You may be a filly League but..I love you."
>Your heart skips a beat and your stomach gets all fluttery.
"W-What?"
>"You're the closest thing to...family I have here League. Pretty much my only friend."
>Your heart starts to beat faster.
>"League. I love you." he says, quickly scooping you up into an embrace, holding your head close to his chest.
>Celestia never let this end please.
>He starts to gently stroke your mane and you melt like butter.
>You can't do anything about the small trickle traveling down your leg now even if you wanted to.
>"I'm gonna save Equestria, League. Even if it means that I won't be around anymore. I'll do it. For you."
"What?! NO! Y-You have to save Equestria AND still be around Anon! Y-You have to!"
>"I-"
"You told me you'd always be here if I needed you. Always."
>"You got me there kid."
"So you have to come back then. No excuses."
>"I can't be sure I will be able to keep that promise. I can tell you I'll do my best to make sure I'm back in one piece but..."
"No buts...you can't leave me Anon! Y-You're-" tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes.
>"Hey hey...it's alright." he says squeezing you more tightly.
>Great now you've got three leaky holes that need plugging.
>W-Well more like five but-
>"I gotta go to Twilight's soon kid. She says it's urgent and I guess that means it's almost time to finally deal with this thing."
>Tears fall freely from your face and onto his shirt.
>You want to sob, to scream, to protest.
>But you can't.
>This is just something you can't cry about and things will be better.
>He leans close to you and gives you a quick peck on the forehead.
>Now he just needs to put a few of those everywhere else...
>"It'll all be ok. Alright? Even if I do....you know. I swear you'll be alright."
"Okay..."
>With a smile he sets you down gently and in a flash he's gone, leaving you to your own devices.
>As sad as you are...you can't shake off the warmth creeping through your body from below.
>It wouldn't hurt to just do it a little bit.
>Right?
>You bite your lower lip and your hoof snakes it's way downwards.
>The door flies open while you're mid stroke and you lock up like a deer in headlights.
>"Oh uh. Sorry. I just forgot my uh. My bat."
"It's not-" you spit out somehow managing to trip over the two words you've uttered.
>"Just gonna leave you to it kid." Anon says grabbing the marbled thing as it lights up fiercely.
>He's gone again.
>With one fell swoop you lie face down into a couch pillow and scream as loud as you can.
>Celestia why do you keep doing this to yourself.
>It just never ends does it.
>Begrudgingly you drag yourself up off of the couch's cushion and up the stairs.
>Maybe a nap will make you forget for a while.
>It's not like this is the first time Anon has really...caught you.
>Well the other time you told him about it, so that doesn't really count.
>Either way you just want the thoughts to just-
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>...disappear.
>You really want this fucking thing to just vanish.
>If it feeds on the negative energy you have.
>All the...lewd thoughts even.
>And after that show and tell session...
>God knows how bad this might get.
>You run towards Twilight's castle, clutching your bat in hand, it's runes burning brightly seeming to pulse with each beat of your heart.
>Almost reminds you of that one game...
>Crypt of the-
>A mighty thunderous booming shakes you from your thoughts and instinctively you rush towards Twilight's at full speed.
>The ground cracks as you bolt forwards, the sky begins to shift in color and you can only feel things are going to get worse and worse from here.
>While you manage to make great strides toward the crystal palace coming into sight, the ground beneath your feet begins to crackle, as if set ablaze by the fires of Tartarus.
>With one long jump, you manage to clear most of the space between you and the crystalline structure, and you tumble roll into the entrance, causing the doors to slam open.
>Without haste you climb the grand staircase, finding Twilight staring at you, mortified by the continued tremors.
>"Anon!" she screams as you approach her, directing your attention towards the sky.
>"It's time. It's finally time. Are you sure you can do this?"
>You swallow hard.
"I'm ready."
>She nods and her horn glows with an azure tint, and you're both atop the highest point of her quartz palace.
>"Whatever happens Anon, the entirety of Equestria trusts you."
>You grin like a maniac and crack your knuckles.
>As you plant your feet and take a good swinging stance, your bat glows a maelstrom of different colors.
"BRING IT!" you scream at the sky.
>You're given more rumbling as a response, and within moments you can see the giant wisp of magic barreling towards you.
>Thoughts of Little League fill your mind.
>How she laughs when you boop her, how she smiles when you hug her, how much she goes on about wanting to be with you forever.
>Your grip tightens.
>Thoughts of how much Twilight seems to believe in you also pop in and out of your head.
>'I believe in you!' you hear in her voice, echo throughout your head.
>The sky has begun to turn ominous shades of gray, and the clouds have parted fully to show the meteors intended path.
>Thoughts of home bring you back to the day you found yourself here.
>The fire was hot.
>The amount of panic was insane.
>Lots of screaming.
>Lots of crying.
>Some wept over potentially lost loved ones.
>You rushed right into that burning complex with reckless abandon, pulling out body, after body, after body.
>It's all coming back to you.
>The meteor isn't that far away now.
>The endless thank you's were more than enough to keep you moving despite your body being so tired.
>In the end, you weren't able to keep breathing in all that smoke.
>Everybody around you always said you'd go nowhere, you'd be nothing, you were a disgrace to society.
>The meteor has reached less than a base's walk away.
>You furrow your brow and lean back further.
>They were wrong about you.
>A piercing cry escapes your lips.
>The meteor is less than a pitcher's pace away.
>You swing.
>The air around you expands, and your ears pop and your make contact.
>"ANON!" you can barely make out from behind you.
>Carelessly you look over your shoulder.
>It's Little League.
>You begin to be pushed back by the sheer force of the giant magical collective.
"KID GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW!"
>A grunt escapes your lips as you push back against the magical force with every muscle you can muster to use.
>"YOU CAN DO IT ANON!" she screams, then followed by Twilight.
>"WE BELIEVE IN YOU!" she says followed by more rumbling.
>You grit your teeth and keep pushing, but you're still being moved.
>Even with all your might you still can't stand your ground.
>You just aren't strong enough...
>You close your eyes and begin to accept that you just aren't capable enough.
>And in that moment, images of League flood your mind once again.
>Every little detail about her.
>The way she prances around, how messy of an eater she is, how much she loves going out at night.
>Then you can feel something else.
>Lust.
>Maybe the corrupting force of the meteor.
>Maybe your own demented twisted thoughts.
>But nonetheless, you imagine League in all sorts of sexual positions, exclaiming all manner of lewd sayings that are commonplace to your own darkest fantasy.
>You shake these thoughts off while you've managed to be forced down nearly two levels of castle floor.
>A bit frantic you look over your shoulder again, spying League in a magical barrier with Twilight.
>"PLEASE ANON! I DON'T WANNA LOSE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" League screams through, her words hitting you like a 50mm shell.
>You steel your resolve once more and get pushed down another four floors this time, crystals shattering and cutting your skin here and there.
>Your clothes are in tatters, rippling in the vortex like winds, and all of your veins are popping out.
>You've been pushed down practically to ground level now along with Twi and League, and you feel the end drawing near.
>A voice begins to speak ever so softly into your very being.
>'I always knew you'd grow up to be an amazing man Anon. Just look at what you've done for all these people.'
>An indescribable heat pours out of you and into your bat, it's grips shredded, the marble cracked, the runes still glowing exuberantly.
>A final scream pushes it's way out of your lungs and into the air before you give one last push with everything inside of you.
>More thoughts of League practically servicing you.
>More reminders of the burning building.
>The meteor begins to shift into more of a whirlwind.
>Your muscles ache and you're more than sure you've finally hit dirt, evidenced by the crater surrounding you, and you still push, giving that upswing all you've got.
>The magic in your bat seems to fade as it becomes more and more cracked.
>Your legs snap in places you can't quite make out yet, and in response you merely flex the muscles harder, pushing back twice as intently as before.
>The meteor's weight feels much less like it's bearing down on you now.
>"I LOVE YOU ANON! I LOVE YOU!" you hear over your shoulder.
>Your bat begins to glow once again.
>Another long push.
>The meteor is moving backwards, slowly.
>"YOU'RE EQUESTRIA'S ONLY HOPE!" 
>More push.
>The meteor begins to fly backwards.
>You hear the voice of someone clearly not there thank you once again.
>Push.
>"DON'T YOU WANNA LIVE TO SEE OUR FOALS ANON!?"
>Your bat explodes and it's core is exposed, yet you still push.
>The core disintegrates into nothing, yet the afterimage of a bat remains, and you push.
>The meteor moves further back.
>You push again.
>It's begun to fly off the tip of your swing stick.
>Your give another grunt and lift your left shoulder as high as it can go.
>*SWACK*
>It's flying back up into the sky.
>The rumbling around you ceases.
>The sky slowly becomes more clear.
>Nothing but silence follows.
>You stand in place, statueesque in your form, despite feeling nothing from your waist down.
>Within a blink, you lower your head, left arm still raised, arm pointed towards the sky.
>"Y-You did it! YOU ACTUALLY DID IT ANON! WE'RE SAVED!" you hear Twi squeal out happily.
"Yeah. Guess I did huh." you whisper.
>An uproar of cheering is heard all around you and you feel like you're back at home plate in your home town.
>A smile creeps it's way back onto your face before you collapse, feeling exhaustion overtake you.