The Worst Story I Have Ever Written

>Day ' >tfw never coming inside Rainbow Dash ' in Equestria...
>Contrary to the day name, you have been pegging for Rarity since god-knows-when, oblivious to the fact that, well, who HASN'T dipped their fingers in that?
>Seriously, Joe, Thunderlane, probably Blueblood...
>To this day, you still claim that the night she walked in the Boutique with Thunderlane ended badly.
>That cocksucker.

>One day, you were working at the hospital, cleaning up the windows.
>You look at the clock, and see that your shift is done.
>You make your way to the closet, and put your stuff away.
>You head home to get out of your stupid-looking uniform.
>You run into a certain mare on the way.
"Oh. Applejack."
>"Anon."
>You nod to her, and she tips her hat in greeting.
>The two of you are on pretty shaky ground, after you started off by egging her house.
>Rarity made you apologize to her, which made you pretty damn suspicious, between that and all the implications on the show.
>They haven't hung out too often, though.
>...You're not a stalker, shut up.

>After changing out of your janitor suit and into more casual clothes, you walk outside.
>At least, you try to, but you're blocked by...jesus fuck, how many stallions are out there?
>They all look mad, bro.
>"So, you're Anon."
"That's my name."
>They approach, and you back up.
>These guys spell trouble.
>"Alright, let's make this clear. You stay away from our little pony, y'hear?"
"Wait, what?"
>They all have a chuckle.
>"Yeah, real funny. Now, do you get what we're saying?"
"Are you seriously implying that Rarity is a..."
>"Wait, you seriously don't know?"
>You nod.
>"She's our bitch and cum dumpster."

"But...what?"
>"Y'see, even as an Element of Harmony, she did...things. Sexual things."
>No...
>"Yep, she was a whore, basically."
"But..."
>"Wasn't it obvious, kid? Element of Generosity?"
>...Fuck.
"Fine, I get it. I-I'll stay away from her."
>"Good man. Hope we don't have to see you again.

>As soon as they leave and you close the door, you burst into tears.
>You secretly had a bad feeling about it, but not like this.
>You flop on the couch, crying your kidneys out like the little bitch you are.
>You don't even hear the knock on the door over your sobs.
>"Anon? Y'all there?"
>You respond with further weeping.
>The door slowly creaks open.
>Someone trots up to you.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see...Applejack?
>What the hell does she want, to just be a cunt in general as usual?
>"Are you alright, sugarcube?"
>Great. She's asking the obvious and using her pet names.
"What the hell *sniff* do you think?"
>She flinches a bit, before scowling.
>"Well pardon me for askin'."

>She starts to trot off.
"Hold it."
>You sit up, wiping your eyes.
"You came here for a reason. What was it?"
>She turns around, still mad.
>"I'm not in the mood to say."
>She continues walking out.
"...FUCK YOU, APPLEJACK!"

>You spend the rest of the day punching your walls out.
>Your hand is likely broken, but you don't care.
>You take a cold shower, and go to bed.
>You dream of nothing, and wake up to FUCK YOUR HAND HURTS SO BAD.
>You get up, hand smarting like all hell, and get dressed.
>You can't button up your shirt due to your hurting hand, so you show skin.
>Sadly you don't even lift.
>You head outside to get your hand checked, because seriously, it HURTS.

>You walk out of the hospital room with a cast on your hand.
>You keep walking, until you hear a familiar voice.
>"Granny, you sure you're alright?"
>Applejack?
>You walk over to the room her voice came from.
>Inside, you can see Granny Smith and Applejack, holding her hoof.
>Oh yeah, you heard about the accident.
>"I'm fine, dear...Just need to rest my eyes for a minute."
>"Granny, wait, don't!"
>Granny Smith closes her eyes, and the monitor soon flatlines.
>You run off, calling for a doctor.

>Soon enough, you're back home, trying to read a book with one hand.
>There's another knock on the door.
>You open it, scowling.
"Look, you pricks, I haven't even LOOKED at her since-"
>"Huh?"
>It's Applejack, instead of those stallions.


"Can I help you?"
>She sniffs before answering.
>"Well, I just wanna thank you for calling a doctor."
"Why?"
>"I mean, she didn't make it and all, but I still appreciate it."
"Even considering..."
>"Well I haven't forgiven you for that. I don't even know why you were cryin' in the first place!"
"It's a long story."
>"I've got the time."

>"Wow, I knew you liked her and all, and she was sure jumping between stallions a lot, but...dang."
"Heh, that was my reaction, to say the least."
>She nods, before frowning more.
>"Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"...Never mind, sorry."
>She walks off.
>"I should go now."
"Bye, then."
>"See ya."
>She walks out of the door without another word.

>Days pass.
>After a while, she seems...happier.
>This makes you happier, too, for some reason.
>After thinking about it, you realize something.
>Sure, you don't really like her that much, but you don't want to see her unhappy again.
>In fact, she's started to grow on you, maybe.

>A week later, you knock on the door of her house.
"Hello?"
>The door opens, and you see Applejack, who looks rather...fancy.
"Hey, Applejack. You look nice."
>"Why thank you."
>She smiles at your comment.
"So, what made you decide to dress up?"
>She freezes, before speaking.
>"Well, Anon, you see..."
>"Hey, AJ? You there?"
>You see a somewhat familiar looking stallion. Caramel, you believe.
>"Oh hey there."
>She trots up to him, before...kissing him?

"Wait, what?!"
>Despite your words, you figured it out.
>She seemed happier because she hooked up with Caramel.
>"You haven't heard, Anon?"
"Well, I have now. Gratz."
>You give a fake smile.
>"You ready, AJ?"
>"When you are."
>The two of them walk out, before Caramel comes back.
>"Anon, was it?"
"That's me."
>"Here's the thing. You harass my girl again, I'll make you my-"
"Shut it. I've already had a group of stallions heckling me. I don't need another one on the list."
>"You don't tell me what to do, you little shit."
"Fuck this! You're not worth my time."
>You snap at him before getting up and stomping off.
>When you run into Applejack, you don't even look at her.
>"Anon, you alright?"
>You don't respond, and as soon as no one is watching you, you pull out the letter out of your pocket.

>Applejack,
>I've never said anything that ended up well for anyone, so I'll just write this.
>Can we put everything behind us?

>You ball up the paper, before throwing it away.
>You run home, almost crying again.
>As soon as you arrive, you slam the door behind you, and sit on the chair.
>Goddamnit, why didn't you listen to him?

"Damn. Nice job."
>"I know."
>Big Macintosh just beat you at hoof-wrestling. Again. For the tenth time in a row.
"I give. I dub thee strongest stallion alive."
>"Nah, you're just weak."
>The two of you laugh as you elbow him.
>For some reason, despite the fact you couldn't stand Applejack, you and Big Mac got along pretty well.
>"Say, Anon."
"What's up?"
>"You know, you really should give my sister a chance."
"Huh?"
>Where did THIS come from?
>"We all know you hate her, but she just wants to know why."
"Again, if I told you, you'd think I'm a stalker or a god."
>"Well then tell me."
"Not yet."
>He sighs, shaking his head.
>"You can be stubborn."
"So I've been told."
>"But the reason I ask, well..."
>He looks around before leaning in to you.
>"She cried herself to sleep one night, clinging to her pillow."
"You're telling me this, why?"
>"Because she was saying your name."
"You mean not Anon?"
>He nods.
>You see, your real name was known to only a handful of ponies.
"Well that's something."
>"You should try to repair the damage."

>Of course you had to not believe him. OF COURSE.
>You sit on the couch, sobbing more.
>Why didn't you try to at least fix it...