>A bunch of fillies stand in front of a box fort looking nervous and scared.
>One of their own are still in there.
>They barely got out ungay.
>But the ones still in there...
>Poor bastards.
>Not even Twilight will go in there.
>Not that she is scared but because she's too busy with a bottle of scotch.
>Stupid bitch.
>However, another filly rolls up on scene on a big wheel as the others start cordoning off the fort with duct tape.
>She was green just like the rest of you.
>Her mane, black as night.
>Just like (You).
>Her mirrored aviators take in the distressed look of all the other fillies before she hops off and pulls up a small brief case that she was sitting on.
>You amble over to her as she strolls up with the handle of her case in her mouth.
"It was horrible..." you manage out through you waning adrenaline rush.
>She turns her gaze to you but you can't make out what she might be thinking through her shades. 
"Somepo-"
>You stop as one of her eyebrows become visible over a lense.
"Sorry."
>She motions for you to get on with it. 
"[i]Somebody[/i] was telling another about how much she enjoyed the others company and how they were such good friends. I was just minding my own business but I overheard that and turned to look at who said that. Then... they hugged."
>Your eyes glaze over as you remember.
"Everyone was having such a good time. No one realized what had happened until it was too late."
>You start to shake...
"Then someone screamed. Everyone stopped what they were doing. One of the writefags snapped a pencil. An artfag spilled their juicebox on the thing she was doodling but no one cared. We all realized it at the same time. They were holding hooves."
>Your lips stretch into a snarl.
"The asshole forgot to say no homo!"
>Your little hoof stomps of its own accord in solidarity with your fury.
"I barely got out of there! Almost caught the gay but I was the only one who made out of my group."
>Finally, the filly with the glasses makes a move and spits her brief case to the dirt. 
>Its slick black leather finish gleams a bit in the sunlight.
>She looks to you again.
>"Lemme guess: Diaperfag?"
"N-no. Not a pee filly either. The diaper fags are in there with the gay."
>You point at the cardboard fort.
"Having their lower body impeded by padding did them in. Couldn't run as fast as the rest of us. Poor bastards never stood a chance." 
>She starts unlatching her briefcase.
"I'm a comfy filly myself. Filly ain't for sexual, you know?"
>You try to say this with a smile but right now your heart just wasn't in it.
>Not with what just happened.
>There's no telling what kind of mega gay could be going on just beyond those hallowed walls. 
"What do you got there anyways? How are you gonna get through all the fuc- Whooooa!"
>Sunglasses filly pulls a pair of striped white and green thigh-high socks from the briefcase and starts slipping them onto her hind hooves. 
>"Anti-gay socks. The best in the business."
>You take involuntary step backwards.
>The amount of straight you feel radiating from sunglasses filly is more than a little intimidating.
>You almost want to call her Chad but you fight down the urge.
>You don't even get a chance to say anything to her.
>While you were fighting to master yourself she just stood up on all fours and trotted right in to the fort.
>All you could do is stand there with the rest of the onlookers with your mouth agape[s] and try not to look at her ass[/s].
>She didn't even put on all of her socks, leaving two behind in the case.
>If she can break through the gay with only two socks on...
>Your eyes widen.
>Just who is this filly?