The New Pony In Town

The New Pony In Town Chapter 2

Rainbow dash woke up to the sound of a raccoon doing the nasty to her toothbrush.  She Couldn't tell if it was male or female, but didn't feel that she actually cared.  It was dark out.  Most likely many hours before sunrise, and she was very tired.  This afternoon had been life changing for her.  This new pony, had the most memorable trait she had ever seen in any other stallion before.  He had a HUGE member.  It was twice the size of fluttershy's without a doubt, and her's was large at that.  She longed for it to be inside of her.  She chuckled to herself.  "G0D 3ye H8 Sc00T4l00"!  With that, she got up and flew out of her cloud house.

She hovered above Ponyville, mostly searching the alleyways, and insignificant places.  "AHAH"!  Rainbow had shouted.  She flew down to a hole in a small house.  As she landed, she heard the sound of snoring.  Her being a pegasus and all, she didn't cause any noise as she walked over to it.  She knelt down, and peered inside.  What she saw in it was a chicken.  "H0w W13rd"  she had said, starting to walk away.  She was always very good at finding people when she needed them , but occasionally had slip ups such as this.  "H4y W4i7 A M1NUT3"!

Rainbow dash ran back to the hole and peered in once again.  This time, it was revealed to her that this chicken was actually the small filly Scootaloo.  "WH4T TH3 FUHK D0 Y0u Th1Nk Y0uR D01nG, S7uP1d B1tCh"!?  Scootaloo awoke with a jolt, to the face of her idol glaring at her intensely.  "what?  Oh, Im sorry Rainbow Dash, did I do something wrong"?  "Y3S!  0F C0uRs3 Y0u D1D S0m3Th1ng Wr0Ng!  Y0u'v3 N3v3r Don3 4NytH1nG R1gH7 B 4"!  Scootaloo started crying.  "Im Sorry, I don't have anywhere to live after my parents died"!  She Screamed at her.  Rainbow was furious.  What...The...Fuck...Did...You...Just...Say...!  "That my parents are dead?"  She had said , obviously extremely confused.  Rainbow dash struck the filly harder than she had done to twilight.

Scootaloo flew back several feet, until she reached some sort of smelly, lumpy, thing.  Scootaloo, being the filly she is, turned on her nightvision, and took a gaze at the "thing".  It was blue, and orange , and yellow.  Her mouth gaped.  It...It...was....Spitfire.  There were several stab wounds in her face, and her plot was dripping with a sticky white liquid.

Yeah...Sorry everypony...I really don't like this story, in fact I find it repulsive, and wish to burn it with fire.  I had written half of the second chapter a while back, but I really just wanted to write something more serious.  So, I am going to be writing something That has grammar, and a plot (teehee).  I put this out just for shits and giggles.