Lilith listened to the latest Big Band trumpet compositions, finding a rather sexy and very smooth jazz beat. A spliced rhythm of little hi-hats and snares accompanied the amazing music. She stopped brushing her teeth and rapped some stupid shit with toothpaste in her mouth, doing it out of ironic joy. All the while, she did those calculated hand movements most, famous rappers employed.

"Uh, yeah, well- I like to eat miracles and deliver cures for the common cold, with my dick out there and so long and cold they call it a pike because all I do is fuck dykes like an american pie and though my raps are shit I like to test this biz despite everyone's behest at the best I can do at four in the morning; so at least I know more than the rap gods are mourning for a lost epic I've stranded at sea, it's words of hum and glum miracles and debacles of an Odyssy never coming back for the world to see."

Her rhymes cut short from her laughing, unable to take no more as toothpaste gunk foamed out her lips. It landed in the sink and began to fall all out. Into the sink, it drained and water came out the faucet as it rained. Lilith almost checked her face for a mustache before yelping in shock.

Fluttershy was standing there the whole time. The abstract and brain-numbed image of her hanging mouth struck her incubus beloved. Crap. Lilith rubbed the back of her head in both empty thoughts and confusion.

"Uh... You know I'm glad I can't feel awkward, at least. Yeah, it's a dorky habit, but it makes me-"

"N-no I... I really liked it. I'm really feeling it, Lilith. How did you do that, though. How d-do you rhyme your words so fast and fluently. Do-do you practice or is there a talent you need...?" Fluttershy confessed, also hovering about the bathroom door, timidly no less and looking away.

The incubus glanced back in progressing shock.

"Uh... Well, it's about practice and rhythm. The thing most people don't understand about rap is that you have to know your accent and vocal habits first. So if I have a slur or I get easily tongue-tied, I have to know my limits. And if I can remember certain words or concepts better, I use that. If you're a fighter, you rap about fighting. Or if you like making jokes, you rap about silly things. Um... Rapping is like a form of poetry: you know how you feel and you translate your emotions by speaking two languages, yours and the world's."

The advice took her to heights never explored. Uncharted skies inspired her and lit pyre in her heart chamber. What could she do now but gallop out and test that newfound knowledge. Wandering fantasies about being so much better bleached her eyes and brought a smile to fruition. It was art. A part of the soul. A part of Miss Li's soul. The pegasus planted another, wet kiss along their lips. Fluttershy grinned and lowered herself, lathering something at the tip to make her feel good. She teased that rising polearm with a few flicks and shoves against the small, virgin-friendly crown.

Before her mate could react, she trotted out, giggling to herself about blue-balling them.

"Fuck..." Lilith hushed, biting her lip and sucking between her teeth.

"I should chase after her and take her pussy. But then it'd make all the Flutterfags rage quit... Oh well. I'll just finish rinsing my mouth out because why did I never wash the paste away. Continuity is dumb sometimes. Like why did I stay at Twilight's library instead of her castle a few chapters ago. Isn't that inconsistent."

The princess herself materialized inside with some strange, parental fake-happiness and answered her impossible claims. Everyone knew the writer was always write. No authur kould make miss steaks.

"These jokes are way too on the nose, you duck."

"What?" The incubus asked, tilting her head.

"Nothing. I made the regrown remains of my library tree into a Memory of Old Ponyville. And I didn't steal this from anywhere. Now, on with the show- I mean story- I mean fanfiction!" Twilight declared, pulling red curtains toward each other.

Fluttershy was on her BigMacBook, which covered her features with faint, navy blue light. She scrolled about and thought aloud, clicking and scrolling best she could with such blunt marshmallow limbs.

"Let's see... no, not Rumblr, I already hate whiny teenagers and not HorseChan because I don't wanna look at porn uploaded by basement sociopaths. I could go on Rekkit and make a dumb comment while being ironically intelligent and have a giggle while they downboat me... No, I... I wanna go on HoofTube. Oh, but what if I find a genuinely insensitive comment and call them out, but they call me a Social Justice Warrior because they find any semblance of morality too 'politically correct', while really hiding their own selfish lack of self-awareness."

Her eyes meandered upwards, a forehoof on their chin.

"Well. They're just dumb trolls then, aren't they. I'll go to Hooftube to learn about rap."

A surprising video popped up. Some person in a pink suit was huffing and puffing over fried rice. Then he had a seizure and fell to the ground with epileptic prayers to a penis god or... some ungodly nonsense. Fluttershy winced as she stifled her laugh. She lost it when the man with explorer clothes walked in talking about loving omelettes. Fluttershy got high with her continuous and raging chortle throughout the unlit bedroom. It echoed even to the bathroom while she struggled to calm down and fell atop her keyboard reading the comments.

"Ay gimme de pusi b0ss-!" Fluttershy recited, howling in a fit of chuckles.

She fell off her chair and grew grim and muscular. Only a moment passed before she gripped her office chair and stood up, breathing firmly for the first time in ever. Her ribs were healing. And she was growing toward so much more. Nothing could stop her from becoming a boss. Not the sun exploding or a man in a neon pink bodysuit. Fluttershy glanced back at the pink guy.

"I... will gibe you de pusi, Lilith. I promise." She whispered, clenching her hoof and staring up with sheer will.

Author's Note

Filler that isn't complete garbage.