Ruby has crafted sweatbands for all of them from the map paper that was left, which turned out to be strudy enough for the purpose. They finally arrive at the right area: Derpibooru town, as a huge sign shows. It's not as messy as the areas around it, but still has all the colours of the spectrum.
"Now wir need to find our Esel."
Red flies higher to look around.
"I may remember the house… there! It must be that blue one there."
They put on their masks and go to the door. A knock, like every polite mare does, then Aryanne bucks two large holes to the door. Ruby pushes some way to the cracked door, and Red flies in as the fastest. Audience is cheering. Flamethrowers are activated: the microwave, oven, fridge, even the plates on the table gets their share in the firestorm. Then, just as the whole house is about to burst in flames, Aryanne grabs a fire extinguisher, pushes the lever and releases a thick stream of white powder in random directions. The dust settles, and ponies wipe their mask lenses clean. A donkey, who was sitting in the living room and is now just a white hill, pops his eyes open.
"What do you want." He asks in a disappoint father's tone and coughs a cloud from his lungs. "Oh great, more cleaning."
He wipes his laptop screen clean and reveals an open Photoshop, with half white and half black drawing.
"Thanks for the letter, but first, it that what I see you're doing?" Red asks. The donk grunts.
"I'm editing these back a little darker."
"What der fuck did Du just say?" Aryanne grabs his throat.
"Look, I don't like SJWs either, but this is not the right place to burn someone's food. I'm just making them chocolate, 50% dark."
"Is that my laptop and OC? How dare you!" Ruby says as the reality under the powder sinks in. She grabs his hooves and begins to chain them without second thought.
Red just flies between him and the laptop, closing the lid with her short tail and helping with tying the victim to the sofa.
"Stealing laptops and editing stolen art back? I think it warrants a stolen butt-virginity."
"Ich can be top this time," Aryanne suggests. Ruby tosses her the black strap-on from backpack. Seeing it, the donkey starts getting hard, while keeping the grumpy look.
"It was expected," he mutters.
Aryanne rubs the dong some fire extinguisher powder to the tip and then pushes it in. Her mask lenses go foggy instantly, and you can hear her muffled giggle and moan from the filter. A steady sound of fapping rises from the audience to the level of the unsteady pushes Aryanne makes. The donkey is forced to lick the other mares' hooves clean.
"Oh L-ord, how d-id you know my fet-ish so well?" He asks.
Aryanne gets surprised by the comment, and instantly pulls out.
"So you actually are ein Rapecuck?" she asks.
He rolls eyes.
"I'm a moderator, duh."
The assaulters look each other. Red bursts in laughter, her wings wiping the sofa.
"Why didn't we see that coming?" She manages to ask between breaths. Her mask is now foggy too.
"Should we go on? It kinda loses the –rape– point," Ruby says.
"Let's leave him gibt," Aryanne answers, pushing the dick back in but unstrapping it, stepping aside.
"So, what should we do now?" Red says.
"Why don't you make your own booru or something?" Donkey throws an idea.
"That would need to make it a bait for SJWs first," Ruby thinks aloud.
"We must go to Enemy Reich," Aryanne states, "Tumblr."
"As long as you stay away from this area."
"I don't think that's going to happen, but this may be all for now. Are we ready to go? Ruby!" She glares at the white unicorn hugging her laptop, seeing it again after so many hours.