In the carefree town of ponyville, ponies went on with their socialist jobs to pay taxes to the monarch that is Celestia. Sometimes, ponies did not make enough to pay the taxes and were dragged into a far away sea, never to be seen again. The entire town had turned to shit with buildings foreclosed and the cost of police stallions cut. Rarity had begun to feel the financial weight forced upon her as dresses and tuxedos were a luxury item that no pony could afford. Rarity tired eating the dresses, but developed malaria as the silk was imported from China. With no means of income, she had to come up with a plan to keep livening the life of luxury she had come to know.
Rarity called out to her sister.
“Dear Sister! I need you help.”
Sweetie belle hopped down the stairs cheerfully, unaware of the future that planned for her.
“Dear, you know that times have been tough. I’ve had to use only 23 diamonds on some dresses instead of 24…I need you to start pulling your share around here.” Rarity stated.
Sweetie Belle pondered. What could she do in order to help her big sister? She still had no cutie mark, and her macaroni art looked like Satan’s feces. If she was to help Rarity, she needed the help of her friends!
“I’ll do it!” Sweetie Belle squeaked.
“Good…now leave me be, I need to unwind.” Rarity said as she pulled out a jar of lube, a vacuum cleaner, and the VHS copy of the Goonies.
Sweetie Belle gathered her friends in hopes to raise money so Rarity would no be fed to the Kraken.
“You could sell apples!” Applebool suggested.
Sweetie replied with a smile “Shut your dickhole, you cunt.”
Scrootalo yawned as she let out a ear splitting shit. She was not amused by her friend’s shit, especially after the beatings from the orphanage.
“Why don’t you become a slut, ya slut” Scrootalo said as she lit a cigeratte and touch her black eye, repressing those dark memories.
“That’s a great idea!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.
For the next fourteen minutes, her friends had made her the sickest, most lustful five year old in town. She wore Applebloom’s blood as lipstick, her bones as high heels, and her flesh as a sultry outfit that was sure to attract many pedophiles. Scrootalo smiled at her work as she pushed the remains of applebloom into Sweetie’s marshmallow asshole.
“Now ya ready” Scoots said with a smile
Sweetie walked off into the ghetto part of town, you know the one with all those ziggers.
“I’m sure to make money this way, I just have to call my sister!”
Sweeite took a quarter out of her eyelid and walked to a nearby phonebooth. Before she could step inside, she was tackled to the ground. She looked at the creature as it towered over her. He carried a knife in his…claw? She knew who it was instantly!
“Mr. Krabs!” She exclaimed.
“Oh kelp! You saw through me mask..” Mr. Krabs said as he removed the glued dildo from his forehead.
“Why Mr. Krabs? Why did you tackle me?” Sweeite asked puzzled.
“Oi, things have been tough” Krabs exclaimed. “I had to make some means, the Krusty Krab was torn down due to health concerns, which lead me to a life of crime…oh sweetie I hope we can still be friends…”
“Oh, but I want to be more than friends with you, Krusty krack. Gimme that Krusty Cock.”
Mr. Krabs did not hesitate for even a second. These words that escaped the filly's mouth were like heaven to him. In an instant, he picks Sweetie Belle up by her hips, brings her hips up next to his, and violently shoves his aged, wrinkly and krabby cock into her young and un-prune vagina.
“K-k-k-krabby willickers!” Mr. Krabs shouts as he begins to pump and thrust into Sweetie Belle some more.
“Oh my god, yes! You're sending me into orbit now, lobster!”
Mr. Krabs lets himself go into her. Sweetie Belle throws her head back in pure ecstasy as she feels him fill her up with his load.
Still wrapped around his member and still in his arms, Sweetie Belle suddenly throws her head back up to meet Mr. Krabs in the eyes, her face full of sudden killer intent.
The poster never had a chance to fry the other concrete from last week's hockey bread.
Pregnant. Little jay on the tray, nigga.
“And now, Mr. Krabs, this is the part where all those years of me training with yellow people will finally pay off!”
“Wh-wha-whaaaaaaat?!” Mr Krabs yelled as Sweetie Belle jumped out of his grasp and high into the air, where she performed several flips before landing gracefully on the ground a few feet in front of him. As she stances herself, she looks down and throws up all over the grass in front of her.
It was blue. Son of a couch.
Oh god I would love to get 2 on.
Harmin Kardon.
“Why the fuck did you just do that? I think I drank too much plastic last night. Osteoporosis.” said Mr. Krabs.
“Because I can now!” responded Sweetie Belle.
Mr. Krabs just raised an eyebrow at that.
“Uhh...what?”
“W-what do you mean 'what?'”
“Well, you just said 'because I can now!', and that's it..”
“Oh, well...uh...”
Suddenly, a giant crater formed out in the field in the middle of the fucking town of fucking ponies. Fuck.
“What in the gravy-ass-cakes?!” yelled Sweetie Belle.
From the crater emerged a strange, dark blue-haired boy with a peculiar box in his hands.
“Did someone here order a pizza?” he asked.
And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, he blow up into a hot air balloon, and descended upon the gods that were trying to call upon him for the last decade.
Let us buy some asswipes. You suck at remembering my own beef.
What do you think?
“Well, that was be-briefing. Shall we continue?” asked Mr. Krabs.
“No, I'm through with you, you stupid enchilada. I'm greasy.”
Mr. Krabs turned into a krabby patty, and Sweetie Belle ate him.
Nuts my fried.
Unfortunatley, this fiction needs to have a few more words in order to even be accepted on this site, so here is a completely pointless paragraph filled with sprinkles and fuck.
Jizz. Inappropriate cat wang.
