An Introduction (credits)
First off, before I start, this story IS NOT originally mine. This is a bit of a writing experiment. Let me explain
This story was originally started as a greentext story by an anonymous poster in a thread about bullying on January 7th, 2014. With suggestions from other posters, namefag 'Totally not a masochist' (who later turned out to be tripfag Kyonko802) then created the bulk of the story.
What I do is take the story, keep the majority of it's original content and translate it to a story format, adding, revising, or taking away certain parts to see if I can make it a better read. This was honestly great in it's original greentext format, so let's see if I don't fuck it up too bad.
Now have an apple
~TheTranslator
Maybe today would be different. Maybe if you hurried she wouldn’t get to you. You could go home and just relax. The halls seem to be deserted as you empty out your locker, so it could be possible.
All of a sudden, after you finally get everything in your bag, you feel something around your ankles pull you forward. The locker slams shut and the force sends your backpack flying as you land, groaning loud with pain.
“Shut up Anon! You fucking beta faggot.”
Yep, just another day. Once again, Twilight decided she was going to humiliate you. You try to escape, just like nearly every other time she does something like this, but Twilight just pushes you back down in front of your locker.
“But Twi-“
“Oh what? You couldn’t get with one of the more popular mares, like those cumslut cheerleaders – so you decided to go after the meek little bookworm, thinking you’d have a chance with her? Is that it?” She says, standing over you, foot pressed hard in to your chest.
“No bu-“
As you speak, you try to stand up. This time she pushes you down even harder, then spits in to your mouth when you groan in pain.
“You’re pathetic, you know that? You’re nothing but a fat, unwashed virgin who plays with dolls all day in his pink little fantasy land.”
She spits on you again then kicks you one last time before stepping back. She looks down with a look of absolute pity.
“You disgust me.”
She finally begins to walk away but notices your backpack that flew off after she pulled you down. It has something sticking out and once she sees that, she gets a devious smile.
With that same evil look on her face, she mocks “Aww, is this one of your little comic books? "
She snatches up the backpack with her purple aura and takes out your prized possession. It was a mint condition, special edition issue of Power Ponies #6. It had taken you a year’s worth of fast food cashier wages to get it off some sweaty fatass pony in Baltimare.
Making sure you see her, she slowly and noisily rips the whole thing, cover to cover, right in half. She releases it from her magic, letting it flutter down to your feet. Tears now streaming down your face, you start frantically picking up every piece on your hands and knees, blubbering with each breath.
“Disgusting” she says with a tone of absolute revulsion, kicking you back in to the lockers. She steps on your crotch and keeps a hard pressure, grinning at your expense. Through the pain, the pressure on your dick causes you to pop a boner. Twilight reacts with a grimace, taken back by you actually getting aroused. Then, she gets a wicked grin that tells you she has another awful idea.
She steps on your crotch once again, to further humiliate you. You cringe at the sudden pressure, which nearly becomes a moan once Twilight begins to painfully rub you through you pants. Up and down, up and down, she continues until she sees what she wants.
Within moments, you feel your dick twitch and tighten more, and the area under her hoof darkens from the wetness. She then daintily takes her hoof away, then proceeds to wipe it on your shirt as you lay there.
“Bahaha! Really, anon? Ten seconds? That has to be the new record for lame, I'm sure. No wonder you can't get with any mare here. You’re an absolute waste."
She turns away and flicks you in the face with her long purple tail. Walking down the hall, she does nothing but laugh at you in your pathetic state.
You try to gather what you can of your things and your dignity and avoid everyone all the way home. You do nothing but eat and cry when you get home. Depressed you go to sleep and hope tomorrow will be better.
