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- >Day fuck this noise in Equestria.
- >This place is terrible.
- >You're tired of these pones.
- >Tired of your day to day humdrum life.
- >It's not like they're all bad. Hell a few of them you would even call friends.
- >There's the pink one that bakes some bitchin cupcakes for you.
- >The orange one is the only pone you know with a respectable job.
- >Making booze for your ass.
- >The rest just bullshit their way through their lives, working on menial tasks that don't need doing.
- >If wild animals can't care for themselves, they deserve what comes to them.
- >The weather doesn't need manipulating, you polychromatic thundercunt.
- >You don't need to wear clothes, you have no sense of modesty.
- >Get a real job, god damn hippies.
- >Not that you can say much. You don't even job.
- >Princess fatass basically pays you a stipend to not cause trouble.
- >Not to mention be a tourist attraction.
- >Fuck, they may as well have put you in an exhibit.
- >Come see the talking space monkey! Watch his will to live slowly drain away!
- >But the worst part of this land of talking horses you found yourself in has got to be...
- >Insert knocking on door here.
- >You would normally be raging at this point, but you can't seem to work up any more fucks to give.
- >Lying in bed, trying to hate that slut off your doorstep has never worked anyway.
- >But it did usually make you feel slightly better.
- >Knocking increases in volume. It's up to a slight tapping now.
- >"U-Ummm, Anon?"
- Why have you abandoned me Odin? Have I not killed enough in your name?
- >Yeah, it's really for the best that you wound up here.
- >Who the fuck has battle-axe sweestake giveaways anyway?
- >You let the fond memories of that week in Canada wash over you.
- >Seriously, learn to lock your fucking doors.
- >"A-Anon, I know you're home. Please open the do-"
- >You hurl one of the many empty bottles littering your floor towards the door.
- >You must have startled her off, as you hear a squeel and a rapid flapping.
- >The returning silence is comforting, and you almost feel like you can gather the will to face the day.
- >It won't last. It never lasts...
- You know what? Fuck this noise.
- >Getting up, you don't bother with shaving or showering.
- >And you don't shit in the toilet anymore.
- >One of the few joys you have left in life is seeing purples face when she opens one of her books to find a turd smeared between the pages.
- >Though you did feel a bit bad for Spike. He cries every time he has to clean one.
- >Pussy.
- >After putting on some generic clothes made by the white one, you drag yourself downstairs.
- >Don't bother eating, it will only delay the inevitable.
- >Walking out the door, you step over the bag of aborted fetuses.
- >Feti?
- >Sighing heavily, you can't help but wonder if these were legally acquired.
- >You would wonder what makes her think they could possibly be arousing, but you stopped questioning her thought process on such matters long ago.
- >Better for you mental stability you said.
- >You're glad you don't plan on returning.
- >Those will probably start to reek by noon.
- >Fucking sun bitch.
- >Walking down the path towards Poneville, you let your mind wander to the days when you first arrived.
- >Sure, you were a bit weirded out, but the constant unassailable kindness and understanding from these horses made you quickly stop caring.
- >This was the genuine article, not like the faux understanding and compassion those filty Canadians were always preaching about.
- >Fucking Canada.
- >Still, if there's anything that can be said about Anon, it's that he's a douche.
- >Even after the Princess offered to pay your way in this world.
- >You aren't really allowed to correspond with the royalty anymore.
- >Burned that bridge with your first letter.
- >"Dear Princess Celestia" And a nice fat lugie in the center of the page.
- >Eventually though, your optimism that this was the best place for you began to wane.
- >It's not that you started to be treated badly, or ran into trouble.
- >You just got bored.
- >Nothing happens here, day in and day out, all you do is try to kill time faster than it's killing you.
- >You thought this place was interesting at first, Hydras, Dragons, Manticores.
- >Yet even the most deadly of these beasts couldn't touch you.
- >Some retarded deus ex machina always shows up to save the day.
- >You literally called the god of chaos a faggot, and the worst he did was reverse the polarity of your personality or some shit.
- >Making you more of a cynical asshole than you already were for a day or so.
- >What you wouldn't give to see Slaanesh wreck his shit.
- >You're pulled out of your musings as you reach the town proper.
- >The pones go out of their way to give you a friendly wave and "Good morning!"
- >You respond by shooting them the bird.
- >They keep on smiling as they walk away.
- >Fuckin pleb pones and their useless blunted appendages.
- >Don't even get the finer language nuances of the hand.
- >As you reach a nice empty spot in the middle of the market, you lie down and accept your fate.
- >You will sit here and waste away.
- >Your only wish is that when the time comes, these pones know that it was their fault.
- >"Anon... U-ummm, what are you doing?"
- >You don't bother responding to yellow. She can go fuck herself.
- >"This umm, probably isn't the best place for a nap..."
- >As she says this, her face slowly comes into view above you.
- >You normally wouldn't allow yourself to be in such a vulnerable position around her, but it's not like she would try anything in the middle of town.
- >You were wrong.
- >She apparently took your silence as an invitation and begins inching her lips closer to yours.
- >Still on the ground, staring upwards with a blank expression on your face, you rocket your forehead into her snout as suddenly as possible.
- >She flinches back from the force of the blow, and doesn't seem to realize what just happened.
- >As the blood starts to drip from her nose, so do the tears from her eyes.
- >"O-ow, that really hurt, you didn't have to be so mean..."
- >Pones look on in disapproval as she quietly flutters away sobbing.
- >If only you had known it was so easy.
- >It wouldn't have had to come to this, you would have slapped her shit the first day she tried her shenanigans.
- >As the day drags on, the bustling marked moves around you.
- >Some of the pones stop to check if you're alright, but the silence and dead look in your eyes seems to unnerve them.
- >"-nd he's just been laying there all day..."
- >You vaguely process the sound of multiple sets of hooves moving up to you.
- >"Anonymous, how dare you bring harm to a lady, especially one as fragile as our dear Fluttershy! I demand that you apologize!"
- >1000 yard stare, yo
- >White was unprepared for the amount of fucks you don't give.
- >She steps back with a huff as purple approaches.
- >"Anonymous, are you alright?"
- >Not receiving any response seems to worry them further as the lot of them try to get your attention.
- >"We need to get help, this isn't normal."
- >Leaving you with your thoughts of eventual entropy and decay, they head of to who gives a shit.
- >Only to return minutes later with mint green in tow.
- >For some reason, she is believed to be the most qualified pone when it comes to understanding and interpreting human interactions.
- >She's really just a fucking nut job.
- >"Oh it's nothing to be worried about girls, he's just beginning his metamorphosis! You see, when Humans reach a certain age, they begin their transformation into adults."
- >"But ah thought Anon here was already an adult."
- >Fluttershy looks around nervously.
- >Is there a pony version of Chris Hansen?
- >"The reason that he is lying so prone, is that he is conserving his energy for the process. Let's just give him time, and when he emerges, he will be a beautiful new creature."
- >You feel your eye twitch.
- >It's like just being around these bitches makes your brain lapse into retardation.
- >"Well, I guess if that's what's for the best... Come on girls, we'll leave Anon to is."
- >"Bye Nonny, I hope you transform soon so I can throw you a "Finally cast off his ugly shell" Party!"
- >Ow. Well fuck you too, pink.
- >"Do you think he'll have wings? No way he'd be faster than me!"
- >As they trot off, you think to yourself how anything could possibly be this stupid.
- >Yellow brings her face over yours once more.
- >"N-no matter what you turn into, I-I'll still love you."
- >With a quick peck on the cheek, she's off.
- >Huh, that wasn't so bad, is this what I've been making such a big deal about?
- >Whatever, no turning back now.
- >It took 6 days before you succumb to a combination of exposure, starvation, and dehydration, but it's finally over.
- >The only thing that could take you out in this world of sunshine and gumdrops is complete innactivity.
- >Now you know the secret.
- >You may have died in an incredibly painful way, but at least you aren't
- >Fucking Fluttershy.
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