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- Requests from 11/3/12
- In order of appearance:
- Cool Guy - Bevis & Butthead in Equestria
- PonyGone - Anonymous eats Applejack's prized apple
- AlcoholicAnon - Flutterrapist
- >Daybreak, Ponyville
- >You are Pinkie Pie
- >And it is officially the start of a new day.
- >Which means
- “Time for a whole new set of birthdays!”
- >Without a second thought, you launch yourself from the bed and trot towards the bathroom.
- >After a robust bout of shower show tunes, followed by an elegant tango with your towel, you see to breakfast for yourself and Gummy.
- >Then, it’s off to another fun filled day of living the party-pony lifestyle.
- >As you bounce into town, however, you get sidetracked by a brilliant flash of light.
- >Approaching with all the caution of a speeding semi, you notice them before they notice you.
- >Quite unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, with long, gangly limbs, and enormous heads.
- >They chuckle back and forth at each other as they sit, perched on a brown couch.
- >One with an obviously forced laugh, low and slow.
- >The other struggling to keep his boundlessly high cackle in check.
- >This strange ritual continues for a long while, until you approach.
- “Hiya!”
- >“Huu huu huu…”
- >“Heh! Heh!”
- >“Huu huu, lookit Mous, it’s a talking pink horse.”
- >You can’t help but giggle a little at that.
- “You silly filly, I’m not a horse, I’m a pony!”
- >“Heh, heh, pony… poniiiiiiiiiiieee. Pony!”
- >The laughing ritual begins again, and you join in this time, bouncing in place.
- “I’m Pinkie Pie, who are you?”
- >“Huu, I’m Anon, and this is Mous.”
- >The mouth breather with the low voice speaks for the pair.
- “So, how’d you two get to Ponyville?”
- >He lets out another wheezing breath.
- >“We were sitting on our couch. And now we’re here.”
- “Oh, neat!”
- >Again with the chortling.
- >Truth be told, you’re getting a little weirded out.
- >Something isn’t quite right with these two.
- >“Heh, heh, hey! Show us your boobies!”
- >“Huu huu, yeah. Lets seem them tittaes.”
- >You blush, scratching the back of your head with a hoof.
- “Gee, I dunno. I mean, you guys are new here and I’d like to make you feel welcome but”
- >“Do it!”
- >“Do it!”
- >They begin to chant ‘do it’ out of sync with one another, pounding on the side of the couch.
- “Okay okay okay!”
- >Sighing, you stand and put your hooves down at your side.
- >Silence descends as the two strange creatures eye you.
- >The sensation of their eyes roving your body causes you to flinch a little.
- >It bothers you to the point where you feel your own eyes clench shut.
- >“Uh, where are they?”
- >“Yeah! Chesticles! We want chesticles!”
- >Turning redder still, you lower your hooves to your crotch and make a pointing motion.
- >Quiet once again makes itself known.
- >You take a chance to crack open one eyelid.
- >They’re gaping.
- >Gawking.
- >Utterly confused.
- >Your other eye follows suit, and soon you find yourself back with all four hooves on the ground.
- “Um, guys, you okay?”
- >“Mous?”
- >The energetic one grunts.
- >“Let us never speak of this, again. Change the channel.”
- >Snapped out of his daze, Mous pulls out a grey rectangle and pushes a button.
- >The couch and its residents shimmer for a moment before they disappear from view.
- “Well, that was weird.”
- >Shrugging, you trot off to your first celebratory stop of the day.
- >It was a weird way to start the day.
- >What are you even doing?
- >This has to be against some kind of Equestrian law.
- >Any second now, Ponyville’s finest are going to bum rush the door and take you into custody.
- >But, it has to be done.
- >You can’t take it anymore.
- >Picking up the bucket, you toss it onto the sleeping pony.
- >A thoroughly soaked Applejack squeals and snaps back to alertness
- >“Hu-whu? Anon? What’re you doin?”
- >She squirms to get out of the chair, only to find that you’ve tied her up.
- >“Th’hay is this? You best have a good explanation for this, Mister, or else”
- “Or else you’ll try and rape me?”
- >Applejack squirms and scowls a little, averting her eyes.
- >“A-Ah didn’ say that. But if yer game, Ah wouldn’t be opposed.”
- “No, no actually I’m not game. I’ve never been game. That’s what this is all about.”
- >You glare at her and slam a hand on the table between the two of you.
- “I’ve been here fore eight months now, and every other day it’s ‘Anon Ah’ma gonna rape you t’day!’, and I’m sick of it! This ends now, AJ.”
- >Squirming again, Applejack chuckles.
- >“Darn it sugar cube, Ah can’t help it if ma tongue slaps ma brain every time Ah look at ya. You jus look so GOOD!”
- “No, no you stop that right now!”
- >She gives you a sly smile, leaning as far forward as the binds will allow her to.
- >“Or. What.”
- >This is the hard part.
- >You really didn’t want to have to do this.
- “Or else I’ll eat, this.”
- >Reaching into your jacket, you pull a richly red apple from within.
- >As the light reflects off it, you can almost see the blood and sweat put into the earth to make it.
- >Applejack recognizes the fruit in an instant.
- >“W-where’d you get that?”
- “Not so tough now, are we?”
- >Straining against the bonds, Applejack gives an unpony-like snarl.
- >“That’s MA apple!”
- >Reaching down, you grab your crotch.
- “And this is MY dick, but apparently you’re interested in taking things that don’t belong to you.”
- >A smug smile worms its way across your face.
- “Not so fun when the shoe’s on the other hoof, is it?”
- >“Ah’m warnin you Anon…”
- >Somewhere between the big reveal and getting smarmy, you lost control of yourself.
- >You were slipping into megalomania.
- “No, I’m warning YOU Applejack! I’m in charge here, not you. I am, unstoppable!”
- >As if it had a mind of its own, your hand moves towards your mouth.
- >Your jaw slides on its hinge as the hand approaches.
- >“Anon. If you eat that apple, you’ll be makin me stronger than you could even imagine.”
- “Ha. Try it.”
- >You bring your teeth down on the forgiving flesh of the apple, lips curled up in a grin.
- >The flavor rushes through you.
- >Unlike anything you’ve ever had before.
- >It brings you to your knees.
- >Gagging.
- >Sputtering.
- >Near vomiting.
- “Wh-what was that?”
- >A small whip-crack causes you to turn your head.
- >Applejack, now freed, leers over at you.
- >Her hooves pad against the floor as you choke.
- “But… it was supposed to be… a prize winning… apple…”
- >“Oh sugar cube, it was.”
- >Bringing her cheek next to yours, she gives an affectionate nuzzle.
- >“Back about eight years ago.”
- >Bile rises up in your throat.
- >Strength leaves your limbs.
- >As you collapse on the floor, Applejack chuckles.
- >“The thing’s been rotten fer a while now. Couldn’t bear to get rid of it, that was from ma first season buckin.”
- >“Ah reckon it’s about time to let it go though. Yer the apple of ma eye now, after all.”
- >Dimly aware of the rope coiling around your limbs, you sigh and resign yourself to your inevitable rape.
- >Today was pretty much normal.
- >Day Angel Grove in Equestria
- >Hanging out at Sugar Cube Corner, enjoy a malt.
- >Your watch gives six chimes, two long, two short, one long, one very long.
- >thefuckisthis.png
- >Looking at your watch, Sweetie Bot appears in the reflection.
- >“Ai yi yi! Anonymous, Putties are attacking Ponyville General!”
- >Not bothering to question how your Timex is capable of long range communication, you spring into action.
- >When you arrive, you only see one of the strange creatures.
- >It approaches you, oogaling and boogaling.
- >You realize you have no combat training and fall easily.
- >The putty pins you and squawks something.
- >It paws repeatedly at your face.
- “I DON’T UNDERSTAND!”
- >“Oh, um, sorry.”
- >Fluttershy lifts the sack cloth mask and smiles.
- >“I-is being a sentai hero your fetish, Anon?”
- “…No.”
- >Smiling a little, she grinds up against you.
- >“H-how about bad ends?”
- >A swift kick to the gut sends Fluttershy back to the putty dimension.
- >Fucking Fluttershy.
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