Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- >Day Swingin' in Equestria
- >Wake up, you feelin' fine kitty cat
- >Scooch on down to the at-home diner
- >Brew up a pot of Joe
- >Pour yourself a cup
- Whhoo Daddy! This Joe is the bee's knees, the kat's pajama's, or The Real McCoy if you will
- >Look over at the clock
- Wowza! That dame Flutterjane ain't been by to wrap me up in her baloney! Something ain't Hotsy-Totsy.
- >There a swift wack at the door
- Just a mo!
- >That's probably the bird now, she sure does give you the heebie-jeebies. And How!
- >You also her that swingin' jazz of Louis Armstrong
- >Straightening your zoot suit, you walk over to the door and open it
- >Flutterdame is sitting on your front step with a trumpet in her kisser, wailing on it
- Hey, baby. What's nifty?
- >She stops playing. Fluttershy holds up a sign. "MARE'S SUFFRAGE" written on it.
- FS: Is the Roaring Twenties your fetish Anon?
- >You had enough of this razz from your personal rag-a-muffin
- >Then again, all this ritzy lingo, the clothes, and the lack of civil rights is pretty nice.
- >Johnson is already at full attention. Guess it is your fetish, but you can't let this dumb dora know that
- >You hatch an idea
- Yep, you got it right. And I can tell you got all dolled up just in case?
- >She nods happily
- Well, don't just stand there, baby, get a wiggle on in here!
- >She squees in excitement and runs in
- >Here we go.
- >You walk in behind her and shut the door
- >Pinkie is finishing up replacing your drywall and ceilings
- What? Pinkie! What are you doing?
- PP: I'm classing the joint up!
- >Pinkie leaves, without another word, through the chimney
- >The drywall and ceiling are all a dull yellow now
- >And it's dusty in here
- FS: Do you like it? ...it's okay if you don't...
- NO, I DON'T LIKE IT, YA DUMB POOLKA!
- >She cowers before you
- >You raise your hand to hit her
- FS: No, Anon, Please!
- >You bring your hand down across her face, a bit too hard. All your knuckles popped.
- FS: Ow!
- DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CHANGE MY SHIT, BROAD?
- FS: No..!
- THAT'S RIGHT!
- >You strike her again
- I DIDN'T! NOW GO MAKE ME A SANDWHICH!
- >She crawls to the kitchen
- FS: ok...
- >You take a deep breath
- >That was great.
- >Now that it's the twenties, sort of, you can beat her as much as you want!
- >You breathe deeply again.
- >There's something wrong here...
- >>10 YEARS LATER<<
- >You have lung cancer
- >It's already spread to your brain
- >You're pretty sure it spread so fast, because Fluttershy would do the old switcheroo with your meds and some roofies
- >Didn't matter to much none though
- >You gonna die in about a week because of the asbestos in your walls
- >Fuckin' Twenties.
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement