An Anthology of Flashfiction
One day Twilight Sparkle woke up and had an amazing realization. “I am in a flash fic!”
Twilight Sparkle ran to Applejack’s farm. “Omg Applejack we are in flash fiction!”
“That is totally coolz.” The two of them ran to Big Macintosh and puffed out their chests and shouted “FLASH!”
“Girls,” he said calmly. Flash fic isn’t about flashin’ people it’s ‘bout bein’ short. ‘Sides, Ponies don’t have breasts, and it's not like ya regularly wear clothes,” he said and went back to work.
“Aww” said the girls. Applejack went home and committed suicide. Twilight Sparkle was well educated and had an idea. “I will go to Rarity.”
And that she did. “Rarity, you are an expert of paper surgery right?”
“Of course my child,” replied Rarity. “Who else do you think made Michael Jackpony white?”
Rarity went to work and after a couple hours Twilight Sparkle had pony breasts. “Yay,” shouted Twilight, “now I can flash people!”
Twilight ran up to Discord. “Yo DUDE check out mah titz.” Discord could not handle the pony boobs and died.
Pinkie Pie jumped out from behind a bush. “You killed Discord let’s have a party!”
They went back to Sugarcube Corner to party all night. After a while all the males noticed Twilight’s amazing breasts and brought in a pole. Twilight danced around the pole and attracted the attention of the changelings.
“We noticed you’re a amazing at dancing,” Queen Chrysalis said. “We gonna rape ya!”
“Nooooo!” exclaimed Twilight. “Rarity undo my surgery.”
“She can’t!” shouted Doctor Whooves who was enjoying the snack bar. “She died of cancer.”
“NOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”
Twilight Sparkle was raped to death.
An Anthology of Flashfiction
Twilight's Important Choice
Twilight Sparkle entered her room and sat down. She needed to prepare for the wedding, and she still had a massive decision to make.
On her left was a male with bright green skin, a shade light enough to resemble the inside of a kiwi. His mane white and poofy, flowing down his body in cloud-like patches. His skin’s texture was smooth and delectable; not a single blemish to be found.
On her other side sat a male, his body white and legs of brown. His legs were very fine skinned, while his body’s hair was a nice, sleek fur. His chocolate mane smoothly ran down his neck and naturally curled at the bottom. Truly the most beautiful hair Twilight had ever seen.
She turned back to the green male before her and examined his mark. A master of fruit, said male had an image of a delightful green fruit that everypony loved.
Naturally his opponent for Twilight’s affection had a mark of a nice, delicate line of chocolate painted onto him. When she looked at him now, she noticed his tan-brown shaft. A magnificent shape, she recalled that this particular shaft resembles tree bark in texture and taste.
As far as she could tell, the cream contained by both of them was equally ripe, and the body parts they were standing on also appeared to have similar quality. Twilight continued to imagine the pleasure both males would bring her.
“Twilight!” called Shining Armor from down the hall. “You’re going to be late to my wedding! What’s taking so long?”
“Sorry!” shouted Twilight Sparkle, turning her neck around to shout to her brother. She proceeded to turn her attention back to the task at hand. “I’m sorry Mr. French Silk,” she said as she playfully levitated a fork into the piece of Key Lime pie in front of her and began to eat the delicacy.