A snuff film director goes to Equestria

Prolouge

“Release the hounds.”

As 12 rabid food starved dogs attacked the Russian mail order bride Dave slumped in his chair. He was the best snuff film director in the entire world but unfortunately it was at a time when snuff films were dying. Back in the days when his father was a director you needed rich friends, connections, and money now every Columbian kid with an IPod or every Asian with a hard on for making torture games was a snuff film director. As Dave ran his hands through his brown hair he felt saddened this was the first gig for him in a month and it wasn’t even going to be that well paying.

Dave sighed as his overly cheerful and annoying ginger assistant came over to him and said.

“Great job sir.” It was nasally and shit.

Just as he was about to reply the doorman Jamal ran into the studio or the kitchen.

“Yo D-Boy they be some fatass nigaz at da door.” Jamal said in a typical African American accent.

“ Cant you just shoot them like you shot your brother.” Dave answered, when you are snuff director four kinds of people show up at your door Cops, Private Investigators, homeless people who you lured into your house, and Jews. Now you never wanted to talk the first three but you especially never wanted to talk the Jews.

“Yo man fuck Tyrone that nigga aint mah bro, but deez niggaz at de door dey got da password.

This changes everything if they knew the password then they were probably clients.

Dave rushed over to the door opened and let his jaw hit the floor. Standing in front of him was not his usual clients. The rich well groomed psychopaths who killed animals as children. Instead he saw four men all wearing fedoras containing more chins than needed smelling of perspiration cheetos and shame all wearing gear that looked like it was from a little girls television show.

“Hello.” The first man said lifting his arm up to shake Dave’s. The smell of his unwashed underarm instantly killed the rabid hounds whose sensitive smell worked against them.

Despite bleeding from the nostrils Dave reached out and shook his hand.

“ now lets cut to brass tax.” Said the first man. “ We would like you to make a snuff film with po..oh..oh hold on.”

The first man reached into his pants and began masturbating. Dave was confused

“ What the fuck is this?” Dave asked while gesturing his hand over at the Man who was beating it off right in front of him.

“I am sorry but the mere thougt of ponies gives me an errection.” Explained the obeses retard.

“Now, we would like you to make a snuff film in Equestria we have the tools and can take you there free of charge. Also here is your down payment.” The man finished handing him a stick of bills.

Dave was about to tell him to get off his property but then he saw that the bills were hundreds.

All of them

This was more money than Dave had made in the last two years. So against his better judgment he and his crew loaded up and went to these idiots hideout

“Now remember we have a bunch of stuff that the writer needs to explain if there is going to be any sense to this story so don’t interrupt..”

“ yeah shut up and send me away.” Dave said and they sent him to Equestria