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- >Day of The Reckoning in Equestria.
- >Wake up feeling like D. Piddy.
- >You also feel like you should be shot for any part of that last sentence.
- >But it can't stop your shine.
- >It also can't seem to stop the sound you hear coming from downstairs.
- >You look at your alarm clock.
- Is it Rape Attempt o'clock already?
- >You yawn and stretch, making no attempt to hurry to the door.
- >Maybe if you take long enough, she'll just go away.
- >You take a few steps and the knocking stops.
- >You stop as well.
- >Wait...
- >Is she gone?
- >There's no way that things would be the simple, right?
- >You listen intently.
- >...
- >Nothing.
- >Quietly, you walk over to your door and peek out that little looky-hole thing.
- >You never did know what they were supposed to be called.
- >Using your new fish-vision you scan your "porch" for streaks of yellow or pink.
- >Again, your perception check is fruitless.
- >You hazard a whisper to yourself.
- Maybe she really gave up.
- >You unbolt your door and walk outside.
- >You take a deep breath of Flutter-free air and let out a sigh of relief.
- >Who knew it would feel this liberating once she actually left you-
- >Your moment of euphoria is immediately broken by the feeling of four hooves swiftly landing on the top of your head.
- >Meltdown in three.
- >Two.
- >One.
- WHATTHEFUCKOHMYGODANDJESUSCHRISTSHITTINGDICKNIPPLES!
- >You run around in small circles flailing your arms about your sides.
- >"Oh my, Anon. I didn't h-hurt you d-did I?" A meek voice manages to squeak out, somehow audible over your incessant swearing.
- FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFLUTTERSHY!!!
- >She 'eeps' softly, all the while you're continuing your attempt to shake her off.
- >You're running fast enough that, according to laws of momentum, she should be tumbling off.
- >Despite your efforts, her hooves cling to your head like some kind of sticky marshmallow fluff.
- >It makes an excellent glue.
- >So instead of being p0ny-less, her body is just at a 45 degree angle, hooves held fast.
- >Fucking Newton.
- How are you even staying on there?
- >You huff, breathless from your exertion.
- >"Well, T-Twilight said that I can only unstick myself of my o-own free will."
- >Physics be damned...
- >You mentally apologize to Newton, promising to do some vector mathematics once today's Flutterrape attempt is resolved.
- >Oh, and also: FUCK YOU, MAGIC!
- GET OFF ALREADY!
- >You reach up and try to pull her off of you.
- >It looks similar to trying to pull off a particularly pesky t-shirt.
- >A t-shirt that you hate.
- >And that wants to have sex with you.
- >By force...
- >So maybe that's not the best analogy...
- >Your attempt is unabated by Fluttershy, whose body simply stretches comically, her hooves never leaving your cranium.
- >She clears her throat. "I-I'm not leaving until you g-give me some of that h-hot dick, Anon."
- >You're breathing heavily from your exertion, but manage a clear answer.
- No way! That's where I keep my swag.
- >You feel her nuzzle into your hair, presumably to get comfortable.
- >"Well then, I'm not leaving."
- >You hang your head and start to think.
- >It isn't long until you get an idea.
- We'll see about that...
- >You head back inside and gather up all your spare change.
- >"You're not going to make me leave, Anon."
- >You say nothing and walk into your kitchen, extracting an old tin can from your pantry.
- >You empty the remaining contents into your trash, rinse it, and start filling it with coins.
- >"Anon, w-what are you doing?" You can hear panic start to take a hold of her voice.
- >Once filled, you cover the top of the can with a plastic lid and shift the weight in your hand.
- >It makes a soft, metallic cascading sound.
- >Ssssssshhhhkkk.
- >You feel the mass on the top of your head start to wobble.
- >Fluttershy begins hyperventilating.
- >"A-Anon... W-W-W-What i-i-i-i-s th-th-that?"
- Oh... This?
- >You grin and continue rotating it ever so slightly, making the noise continue.
- >Ssssssshhhhhkkk.
- It's nothing really...
- >All the coins have come to rest on one side of the can.
- It's just my TIN CANNON!
- >You vehemently shake the can, causing a thunderous metallic cacophony.
- >SHAKKA SHAKKA SHAKKA
- >You'd have never thought Fluttershy could scream so loud.
- >Or that she could fly so fast.
- >You feel a little bad, but at least you're Flutter-free again.
- >Now where did you leave those physics books?
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