Jewnon

>Day Jerusalem in Equestria
>You are Amnon Tabor
>Due to your speech difficulties a child, you could only pronounce your name, "Anon"
>Thusly, it stuck.
>You are only human in Equestria, on top of that, you're jewish.
>I know, how much worse could it get?
>Present Day
>Wake
>Head to bathroom for routine
>Shit, shower, don't Shave.
>Rub hair grease on your chest hair and don your 4-inch diameter gold medallion.
>Head down stairs for morning breakfast after getting dressed.
>Plus side to equestria, everything is kosher.
>enjoying dry toast, butter is far too expensive. Don't even get you started on Jelly!
>Knock at the door
Must be my אנס Fluttershy.
>she's usually around here about 8
>At first it was cute, but eventually it got really creepy, especially if she asked if ethnic purgings were your fetish.
>Oy, let's get this over with.
>Answer the door
>Fluutersyh sits on your step dressed in a robe, turban, and fake beard. Sweetie Belle was tucked under her foreleg. This seems oddly...and furiously...familiar.
FS: Are Palestinians and child brides your fetish Anon?
>A few seconds pass as your master race jew mind tries to process this.
FS: So... Can we come in?
>You call upon the power of the ancient Israeli jews. Your legal team manifests behind you as your chest hair and gold medallion Super-condense into a Uzi.
>You hold the end of your greasy lead slinger to Islamshy's forehead.
Drop the filly.
>Fluttershy drops Sweetie Belle and she scuttles away as fast as her legs can carry her.
Why. Don't. You. Come in.
>Fluttershy perks up, unsure of were this is going.
>You lead her inside.
This way.
>she follows you to your basement.
In.
>You motion to your patented "Palestine-hole"
FS: Are POWs your fetish?
>You cunt punt the yellow infidel into the hole, walk away, shut the door, and lock it.
>Another Mark for Amnon Tabor.
>The power of the Jew grows within you.
>You grow to an astounding 5'9" , you're nose hooks sharper than ever.
>You done it, you've become "The Master Jew."
>Hitler airdrops through your roof, tackles you down and crams you into your own oven.
>At least you're not
>Fuckin' Fluttershy