"How do I write?" Post

>Day Bullshit in Equestria
>Meet a pony.
>He's a blank flank.
>He's all flankflustered cuz he can't into good story.
>"Aw man how do I write?"
>You put on a small smile and walk over to him.
"Hey, you need writing advice?"
>"I'd love some, yeah!"
>You kneel down to look at his work space. Just a small desk with parchment, ink and quill. The pony droops over it, staring depressingly at the blank page.
"Well, I've always lived by one set of rules."
>"What's that?"
"When something gets hard to do..."
>You lean over to the foal's ear
>And shout.
"You PUT YOUR DICK IN IT."
>Expertly having hidden your unbuttoning pants, you thrust directly into the foal's arse.
"UNF. UNF. YEAH. AW YEAH GURL."
>"EEEOH GOD! I'm a boy!"
"YEAH GURL."
>The foal screams in pain, unable to escape your massive man claws as you thrust.
"PICK UP THAT QUILL AND START WRITING."
>"Eeeeuuh what do I write?!"
"ANYTHING THAT COMES TO MIND. DO IT FAGGOT."
>"Ok, OK! Just please go slower!"
"NO BRAKES."
>The foal starts writing madly, covering line after line in shaky ink lettering.
"PUT SOME EMOTION INTO IT. YOUR CHARACTERS ARE TOO STOIC."
>"What emotion do I use?!"
"ALL OF IIIIIT."
>Your thrusting intensifies, the foal being dragged from the desk with each push and pull.
>"Ok, the first chapter is nearly done!"
"WRAP THAT BITCH UP."
>"I made a novel reference!"
"LOOKS GOOD."
>As he finishes, so do you, spending yourself in a ridiculous Japanese-styled explosion, but none landing on the page. Wiping off the foal, you look at his backside and see something on each flank.
>A book and quill.
"Looks like someone got their cutie mark. What's your name, kid?"
>The foal is dazed, passing out on the desk, but manages a reply.
>"Tra...True Story."
>You stand, slapping his behind as you leave.
"That's a cool story, True Story."