Worse Stories For Worse People

You talk to Pinkie Pie.

“Hello,” you say.

“Hey sexy,” Pinkie says, out of character. Haha, what character?

“Oh shit” you say, spaghetti meatballs falling from your pockets.

“What’s wrong Mr. sexy man I’ve never met,” she says.

“I have crippling autism and I need to die,” you say.

Pinkie laughs, and gives you a blowjob.

There, I fulfilled your fantasy of fucking a horse, you freak.