Pony v Pony

“W-what the-? Where am I?” asked Rainbow Dash as she opened her eyes to see a sky of brown and sandy winds.

“Spike, can you... wait, huh? Where am I?” Twilight asked as she opened her eyes to see a beaten down, metal garage-looking building. “Just... just what is this?”

“*Yaaaawn* Oh my, what a lovely dream I had about-graaaaahh! Dear God, where on Earth am I?!” shrieked Rarity as she too awakened in a mysterious land unbeknownst to her.

“A-Angel? Where are you?” asked Fluttershy.

“Apple Bloom, if this is some kind of joke, it ain't funny!” accused Applejack.

“Oh boy, I just KNEW that I must have had too much sugar last night! Whoooooopie! I just LOVE having completely random dreams!”shouted Pinkie Pie excitedly.

“Wait a minute... huh?!” said all six of them in unison as they all looked up from their lay to see each other, not too far from another either, in a land of what almost seemed like an abandoned desert.

“Uh, guys? Where are we?” Twilight asked as she and the others got up and walked towards one another.

“I have no idea, but it sure is kinda creepy. I mean, is anyone else even here? asked Rainbow.

“I think the main question is how and why we all GOT here..” said Rarity.

“I'm extremely horny and wet!” shouted Pinkie.

All the others gave her a look of disbelief. Pickle fuck.

“Greetings!” came a loud voice in the sky. “I am XxX-TrickP0ny-XxX! I have summoned you all here for one reason; to fight to the death! The winner and the winner only will be able to live back in the real world!”

“I am so sick of this FUCKING DISHWASHER!” yelled Twilight yelled.

“So am I!” shouted the voice in the sky. “At any rate, let the match... BEGIN!”

It was at this moment that all six of them were suddenly able to walk on just their back legs, and were able to stand up straight. Guns of random were spawned into their grips, equipped according to what best suited the user's skill level.

Rainbow Dash was given an Intervention, Twilight was given a SCAR-H, Applejack was given a Famas, Rarity was given coupons to an ugly contest, Fluttershy was given a Barrett .50 cal, and Pinkie Pie was given a vagina.

Haity vagina.

Given the circumstances

That was not even

Holy actual

Freaking sick

Did you see

18 years worth of semen flowed into my asshole. Fried cum.

“W-wait a minute! Real world? Are you saying we're not in the real world?” asked Twilight.

But there was no response.

Suddenly, much to absolutely no one's surprise, Applejack, Twilight, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie all blew themselves up on complete fucking accident with their grenades.

I suppose you could say that they... cooked their grenades too long.

Penis

“I don't love you anymore, Ross. I have kids now.”

“Oh..”

All that remained were Rainbow with her Intervention, and Fluttershy with her Barrett.

It was time to commence...

A 1v1 battle.

No hard-scopes. Rust.

Oh, right. By the way, they are on the map Rust of MW2.

Chitoge farts.

Rainbow Dash ran up that annoying-as-fuck metal piece of shit in the middle of the map until she reached the top, where she looked through the scope to see an already-scoping-back Fluttershy, both ready to fire.

A gasp from Rainbow Dash was all it took for her to quickly jump out of the way and behind a shrapnel of metal behind her, barely evading the massive bullet that she didn't actually think Fluttershy had fired.

The yellow pony was serious. She was trying to kill her. She wanted to live, and she knew that saving the others was already way too late.

“I guess I'm going to have to trickshot this bitch. God I am so erect and ready to determinate all of my asswipes.” said Rainbow.

Due to not wanting to get into detail, Rainbow Dash ran and jumped off of the high metal platfrom, performed several 360 spins, weapon-swapped 7 times, false-knifed, fired a shot, and immediately reloaded her Intervention. All of this while having a nice, “game-winning kill” bar above her head.

Fluttershy was dead.

“Oh my gaaaaaaawd! No fucking way! No! Fucking no! Did you see that?! Did you fucking see that?!”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeek!”

“Oh my god, please have my babies!”

The screaming fans whose voices sounded like they were coming out of cheap $10 microphones was overwhelming. She felt honored and horny.

Yes oh yes, why are you mayonnaising all over my ketchup. My mayonnaise will fuck your blankets. Brown eyes.