Attack of the Violent DildosView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesAttack of the Violent DildosThe night was silent and peaceful, much too wonderful to ignore. Everypony was outside, because it was national "Stand Outside of your Home" day. No pony would ever think of the horror that was going to assail them. The moon glistened up in the sky and Princess Luna decided it was best to not worry so much because those flying dildos haven't come in over a thousand years and they weren't so much a threat as much as ponies really think. Oh the Ponamity! Otherwise, her ass was itchy, it felt such a way for she knew how bad it the last time the monstrous things returned. But, since the ponies weren't in such a good mood after the installation of "Stand Outside of your Home" day, she knew that the return of these dildos would make everything better. Every pony seemed off and bothered, and she knew a little penetration would be whats best for all. She watched at the tip-top of Canterlot Castle and monitored intently with the telescope. She could hear the zipping of those flying dildos flying through the sky. They were homing in fast and ready to fill every hole there was in Ponyville.
Chrsy Poo loses everythingView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesChrsy Poo loses everythingArm is bleeding all over the ground. Can't move, can barely stand on my own. Shaky legs that can't stop; have to make my stand. I'm losing a lot of blood and I'm running out of energy. How did things come to this? All I wanted to do was survive. I wanted whats best for my children. I didn't need this. My name is Chrysalis, and I have nothing now. No changeling to say hello to me in the morning. Not a gentle caress of any changeling living. I'm just standing here watching the beast that ruined everything for me. I have nothing left. "What are you looking at worm, are you ready to die yet?" All I ever was is gone now. My fate is sealed by that Princess who wouldn't stop. That nightmare who decimated everything. My entire legion of children are gone. I couldn't save them, I wasn't able to be the best mother I could have been. Now, even in our home grounds, The Changeling Hive could not make pause for that darkness that flooded what light was left in this place. "Do not fret, Changeling Queen, all of your children will be put to good use", Nightmare Moon released a darkness tendril that emerged from her back. It jutted into a dead changeling in the dirt, pumping evil into its body. The dead changeling emerged with a emotionless expression. "What are you doing!? "nngh" Stop!", Chrysalis took a step forward until she grunted from her hoof. She collapsed into the ground from the pain swarming her will to go on.
Gilda gets hit by a carView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesGilda gets hit by a carThe night was wondrous, too still for any creature to truly appreciate it. Gilda wondered around, she had been drinking heavily and her eyes squinted in pain. Walking towards the street in a drunken stupor, she had no idea the bright light that was heading straight at her. Stalking her form that wasn't seen or able to be heard from the non-sober bantering. Gilda twisted her wings and bent down on all fours. She watched the powerful light come closer and closer before the loud humming of the car suddenly came to a loud apex. A pain in her head and Gilda felt like she was flying in the cold embrace of the windy air. Wings flapping in little wafts, she was the little flying cub that once was. A piece of hard yellow filled up her paw and she couldn't feel her beak. Then, her height took her down to the ground, the nice view of the stars interrupted by a loud thump. Gilda saw only a haze before feeling the exhaustion in her limbs give out. Mixed with a loss of blood, high-toxicity and delirium, there could be no control. On the pavement her body sat, motionless and peaceful as a sad bird that lost her way. There was no noise, but the silence of the night. The pitch-black got darker as the moon climbed up to the sky to take its place. The sound of small steps and a low-growl. It came towards the unconscious body of Gilda, a howl towards the night at finding a beautiful female. The claws pressed against the shapely, hourglass body she had. Such a fine specimen of a creature to have fun for the night. The Black Wolf sniffed the female scent from her gaping bird-hole. He pressed his doggy-cock against her and reached deeply until he felt the bead. More pumping into her, The Wolf licked her lover by the neck before thrusting like a wild animal. The Wolf whimpered with each juicy, succulent push. He smelled the air for its decadent flavor of winter and trees. Claws pressed against her thick buttocks that with each push gave a strong force in response. This invigorated the wolf's erection and made him push against her fiercely. Finally, The Wolf could feel his seed ready to poor out. He let loose the large amount of Wolf Semen into her womb. Pressing his penile hole right into the bead's entry way. The love transferred easily into the deeper regions of her reproductive system. The Wolf done with his work and fully satisfied, lapped his penis clean and moved on with his wolfy workings. The morning sun shined over the horizon. Gilda, her cunt filled with a leak of the beasts semen, was still unconscious. Fly's flew over her dead looking body. A loud horn resounded as a large truck came quickly. Turning over the truck and picking up the lost creature, there was no time to waste. Gilda felt odd, there was a haze in her eyes as she opened them. She didn't understand, there was something wrong with her stomach. A touch and she felt the round pregnant belly. Something gave in as she screamed as loud as she could. Doctors swarmed in as they caught the sight of her water breaking just as she woke. They pulled her to the Emergency Room of Manehattan. Continuing there way, Gilda was both confused and in pain from the labor she was enduring. Into the ER room, Gilda was swept over from the pain of labor. She continued to push and push to make the pain end. Whatever that formed into her womb, she had no idea. The doctors told her to push and said that they would explain to her everything in the end.
Inhaling PaintView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesInhaling Paint"A hahee hah hooo" said Twilight Sparkle, knee deep in a bath tub filled with the drug bath salts. She continued to submerge her head into her already covered body, her tail barely floating on the surface. Rainbow Dash was on the ceiling fan, contemplating that she was a Soviet Russian spy infiltrating Equestria for mother Russia's benefit. Her face entirely red from injecting so much heroin into her face. Pinkie Pie was on the living room floor of The Tree Home. She was absolutely still, her eyes flared up from the intense realm she was exploring. Fluttershy was currently raping Spike to satisfy urge of having dragon babies with him. Her belly was full of semen and she treated it like she was going to be a pregnant mother. Her face covered in a cloud of cocaine and Spike was filled with a mixture of viagra and bath salts. Together, all these ponies and one dragon were having the time of their lives. All thanks to a magical man who came to them in dire need. His name was Warth, a magical drug man who disappeared out of existence and traveled the multi-verse to sell his amazing product of drugs. He stood watching his customers tripping balls in his trench coat and gas mask, counting the amount of bits in his bag. Over the centuries, Warth the Multi-verse drug-dealer had so much different currencies in his dimensional realm that he did not know what to do with. So now its become a hobby at this point. Warth opened the door to leave before being stopped by Discord himself, holding a massive bag of bits. Warth looked at the Chaos Entity with suspicion, he never liked chaos in any form. "Discord, what do you want?" "I-I-I-I heard you came around and-and..." "Let me guess, you want the Rainbow Ruffie, thats pretty potent if you ask me chaos entity." "Look, I'll give you whatever you want, anything, just let me have a good time, its been Millenia since you came to this realm, I-I-I-I need my fix." Warth pondered at what he could get from a powerful chaos entity and he realized that he didn't really need anything, so might as well fuck with him. "Give me your precious Princess Celestia's crown, then we have a deal." "Done!" said Discord with a snap of his fingers, Celestia's crown was in his hand.
Hope in a Slaughter HouseView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesHope in a Slaughter HouseThe scent of flowers, wafting their decadent stench in the atmosphere. Many yellow daisies as far as the equine eye can see and a vibrant sight of endless comfort. A blistering sun glistening down the earth where the skin warms to the powerful rays. One mare, pink eyed and blue skinned throws herself through the mass of daises, rolling around in it all. Giggling while indulging such decadence, she couldn't help herself after sitting alone all day doing nothing. No, this was what kept her warm and happy, her mane tied in a ponytail, fully grown. She wanted to take a bite from one of the many flowers, but already ate her fill and didn't want to gain any more weight. Getting heavier always preoccupied her thoughts. It always came up whenever she needed to eat. It would consume her mind, constantly ringing inside her skull. It would almost make her scream. Well, not now, for she is in a heavenly place with the sun she always wanted. Now it was time to leave the field of fun and go back home. It was already getting late and knowing her parents, they would scold her for it. Trotting so well, her legs taking her miles to the town she called haven. Walking transformed to jubilant running through the crisp air that blew through her mane. She arrived at the town, a sign post read Sunnyville, it was just as she remembered. Bustling town ponies everywhere, market places littering the large marble street and loud vendors advertising their product with voice. Running home, up the stairs next to the melon seller towards the small road that lead to a apartment plaza. She remembered the door number was 6 and hastily opened it with ease. In the room, the small furniture and the decapitated remains of her mother and father watching her with their heads on their plates. BANG! A sudden scream, a frightened fat equine with a shaved balled head and tail. Turning her head and saw the familiar pen she lived in. Metal everywhere and a cage like door sitting in front of her. Not much freedom to move around with to even shiver from fear. Was today the day? She looked around, it wasn't feeding time, where did the noise come from? Suddenly her door shot open and she crawled back in fear. Curiously silent and ominous the door exuded. Shuddering before what could be waiting for her outside though the silence broke her shiver. She watched with her large pink eyes and took a weak step forward.
Anonymous AdventureView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesAnonymous AdventureThe sky equated to darkness. Only a starling moon lit high above. My name is anonymous, I have come to this forsaken place to find what I desire most of all. My feet trudged through the mud that constrained my movement. Vegetation of foreign element surrounded me and I cut through it all with my simple machete. What a useful tool this is, it really gets the job done in jungle based climates. So much time and traveling to achieve my destination from plane, road, and on foot. I could smell the baked sugary contents of Sugar Cube Corner in just a few steps. My lantern lights the way towards the place rumored to be hidden deep in this jungle. Many plantation with large winged leaves hit my face consistently throughout the trudging. It certainly didn't feel comfortable to have bugs biting your skin with only a expedition suit to protect yourself with such small creatures. My boot covered in mud and my bare legs covered in bug marks. It was a joyous occasion when I finally found myself to where I needed to go. The area is just as said, rumored from mythology to only come around at this very night. Ancient history sure helped with that, and what a find it was when excavating through the old egyptian pyramids, the sight of equine visitors. Who would've known that they almost looked exactly from the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. How questionable that the style fit in every aspect, there just had to be a correlation. They called me mad, ridiculous, a dumb brony, well I'll prove them wrong, everything will come to fruition once I meet who I expect. True, it seemed absolutely ridiculous that someone would follow through so intently with an almost insane desperation to find a way to a children's cartoon, but in all honesty, friendship truly is magic and I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, everything still fit together anyways, it just got crazier and crazier from then on. All of this could be labeled as very odd, but I see myself as opportunistic and would never look back to such things. All has lead to this place, a swamp with a floating home sitting idly at my presence. It is made out of wooden sticks strung together with string throughout. Some type of steps made of wooden sticks connected to the watery home. I leaped onto the long step, it shook a bit at my weight. Seeing myself gaining balance, I went on my way to the door. Touching the doorknob that is comprised of a thick stick. It turned easily by the strength I exuded. I peered inside and noticed a form. No, it is a woman, she sat ominously, watching my presence with her rainbow iris's. She smiled as the door closed behind me at my entry. She had a horn on her forehead, shabby hair and what seemed to be a gown that overlapped to the ground. I stared like a scared ninny who felt out of place in this ethereal feel. She raised her hand, goading me to come near. I shook with fear at what I was getting into, I had no inkling of what she wanted. "Come here young faggot." she said, her voice was pristine and docile. I shook my head and went my way to where she sat. A single chair in the emptiness of this place while she seemed to be levitating by herself. I looked towards the orb that sat on the table made of sticks and pondered. "Who are you?" I asked. She grabbed the white orb, and let it heighten up to the sky. It turned into smoke until it arrived at the apex of the place before circling into some kind of cloud and thunderous lightning appearing inside its opening. "This is your stop, its what you wanted after all you have been through? I hope you enjoy all the Horsecocks you can suck on faggot." said the luminous patron. "Wait, I still have so many questions." Then, I could feel my chair levitating. I lost gravitational pull and started getting sucked in to the cyclone. The last thing I saw was the woman waving to me before my head got eaten entirely by the hole. I flew through this massive expanse of light, swirling clouds and horsecocks flying past me through this dimensional rift. Truly, that being sure had a unusual way of talking, maybe it didn't understand our natural human dialect. Either way, I screamed as the rift sucked me through. Horsecocks hitting me in the face and slamming into my groin. I finally could see something in the distance, it looked like an image that was recognizable to me. It was Canterlot Castle with Ponyville seen from so far! This was it! I finally made it to Equestria, something so many like myself have dreamed to go for as long as anyone could remember. Then, a sudden dark tempest, something was wrong. A black cock jutted out of the exterior energy of the rift and hit me, flying through the rift, I hit top speed, only to smash into the energy and going through it easily. There, I heard a resounding laughter of some type, the sound of a woman laughing her ass off. I finally got through the fluff of the rift and found myself in another. I dusted my eyes with my hand and saw Equestria as it was in the other view. The difference was palpable however, it seemed that all the building were more... phallus shaped. This is definitely not the Equestria I was used to and before I could scream, it sucked me through its image. Dizziness, a feeling of falling, and overall nausea to the point of unconsciousness. I awoke and stood up to where I was. Looking around me there is a crowd of ponies watching me. They all looked normal just like in the show until I noticed a glaring thing. They all had pulsating cocks, large and in charge, and very hard. I saw no stallions in the group, just mares with horsecock. This was not the place I was meant to go. They just watched, I could only wait at their digression. Then, one pony trotted out of the swarm of cock throbbing monstrosities. It was Twilight Sparkle, easily recognizable by her horn, wings, and purple color scheme. She raised me up with her hoof and I felt an air of joy to see one of the mane six after all these years. "Um, hi, I'm Twilight Porkle, welcome to Equestricock, this may be an odd request, but were having a tough time satisfying our mares and I know you just got here, but some of us are put out from fucking them to oblivion and it wasn't enough." "What do you mean? All your cocks are hard as diamonds! You all look like you could be ready to go at any moment." "Well, our cocks are always hard, it doesn't mean they don't get sore after a while from the intense sex we have at a daily bases." "Intriguing, I guess you must be pretty desperate for asking a total stranger, let alone another creature to satisfy your mares." "Yes, yes, just go fuck Pinkie Pie first, her lust is absolutely insatiable." Twilight sat exhausted, she breathed intensely from so much sex that it was incredible she found time to study and be a bookworm. Truly, this Twilight Sparkle had a lot more on her plate than the normal one. "Well were is she? I'm ready to do my duty!" "You must go through the isle of temptation, then, the land of cakes will assail you with sweets that will make you fatter than fatness itself! Then afterwords you must go and..." "Are you joking or something?" "Eh, she's at Sugar Cube Corner, down the street, your no fun." said Twilight Sparkle, pouting from the lack of creative reassurance from her new friend. By now, I, anonymous, stood up and saw that the crowd of dick ponies left my place. I was just so entranced with the conversation of Dick Sparkle that I barely noticed them at all. Either way, I left the poor tired pony rest on the ground with her dick sticking out like a totem pole.
Twilight with No MemoryView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesTwilight with No MemoryTwilight Sparkle sat down. She didn't need any stallion to concede to her will for she is a perfectly well rounded mare. No pony would dare doubt her presence as she sat staring at the moon in its luminous glory. Its glaring light is definitely something to behold. She started to wonder back to when she lived as a little filly. Struggling to really understand why those thoughts were even being bothered to be considered in the first place. Twilight wondered how she would be acting so odd. Then, the sudden realization, she had no idea why she sat under the moons glorious light. She grimaced and frantically looked around herself before she noticed she was in the middle of nowhere. No sign of civilization and its artificial landscape of concrete, metal, and energy. Fear filled her mental gullet, the idea that her memory is vacant raised many questions. Looking around herself, dust and sand dunes could be viewed throughout as her eyes adjusted to the dark. The ground began to shake viciously and the sand drove down deeper into a crevice below her. She shrieked from the sudden and unexpected sand that slid down into a cavernous hole that looked like it could swallow her whole. Twilight climbed quick to avoid her doom so her existence was not cradled in the sands. Each hoof forward raised her higher towards safety until she gasped for breath on the solid dry dirt. She stood up and peered deep into the place that could have been her final rest. A form emerged from the sand hole, quick and a loud tremor gave at its exit. A bipedal form with differing body parts and a goat like head levitated in the air. He gained proper footing on the sand and watched Twilight Sparkle run for her life. She didn't know what that thing is, but she needed to get away. In an instant, the figure appeared right in front of the frightened equine, causing her to fall on her butt and slide closer. "Hello there Twilight, are you ready?" he said with his arms crossed. "Ready for what? Who... are you?" "Oh of course, of course, I forgot that I made you forget your past. Well, let me explain before you freak out again, I'll make sure to be clear as water." He coughed a few times and breathed a deep breath. "You see Twilight, for the past few months you had been looking for a suitor to be with.", Twilight watched confused. "You were once a princess under the tutelage of Princess Celestia... you know what, let me get to the point, You couldn't find anypony so you asked me in desperation to impregnate you from how ugly and worthless you thought you were.", she stared at the dracon-equis in shock, not the fact that she is a princess, but the fact that she asked this thing to have babies with. "Why would I want to do you? Your not even my own species. I would most likely be with a zebra instead of you!", Twilight's rage could be seen deep into her eyes. "Look, you asked me personally to not give you any details. You just wanted me to knock you up and then reverse back your memory. I even transported us to a nice scenic desert to get jiggy with. It's really not so bad." "Well... how do I believe you!? How do I know your not tricking me?" said Twilight angrily. "Sigh", Discord pressed his fingers between his eyes. This was going to be more difficult to get through than he thought. "How about I give you back a memory? Will you let me rut you then? Plus, we need to get it done soon. Your unsafe day isn't going to last forever and I've got things to do."
Fallout Equestria: Broken PromisesView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesFallout Equestria: Broken PromisesSand. Sand stretching far, that keeps going and going till a pony gets bored. Yellow little dust clouds, sitting in the ground on top of each other. Innumerable amounts of sand crystals just doing nothing while once in blue moon they might get caught up in wind to be spread somewhere else. Trekking through this godawful sand is a pain that ponies like me loath to the point of divine hatred. Hooves get caught with this stupid crap and you have to take off the dust with a rag or some shit. Whatever, at least its all worth it some how even though I have to go through almost miles and miles of dry dirt. I'm almost to where I gotta go, that bastard better not be high on Dash again or else I'm gonna throttle his precious equipment. A mahogany hoof stepped onward towards the desert. Little hoof-prints marked the sand where it tread. Her orange mane twirled elegantly against the wind while she moved forward. In full blast, the sun in the sky lit powerfully and it warmed her skin even with the leather jacket she wore. She continued to walk forward through the endless mass. Overtime, the sun began to lower down towards the nighttime. Watching the moon up high gave a feeling of a incredibly long stiffness to her legs. It would harken to the thousand years that Princess Luna endured so long ago. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, even down to the experience of traveling this much. She stopped, her legs shaking from exhaustion. The mildly cold sand cooled her rump when she sat down to relax. Breathing a heavy sigh, she lay head first. Her pony snout deep in thick sand and tired ligaments resting. How she ever got used to such a journey is something she didn't think would happen to her. She stretched her legs, a sudden crack from her tense joints. The feeling became pure release. Looking up, the sight of metal under the moon light crossed her eyes. A euphoria of satisfaction overcame her mind. She finally arrived and with the promise of no more texture from this horrid sand scraping the bottom of her hooves. Pushing herself up, her hooves moaned in anger at her. She ignored their cries, as nice that their council may be. Getting closer to the establishment gave a better view of what she remembered. A massive metal complex with a large round satellite sitting on top having two stories and a large metal fence surrounding the place that were three times higher than a equines body, it stood ominously towards any offense. She went towards the fence to search and find a seemingly openable door hosting a speaker phone on its metal frame. Pressing the button on the rectangular speaker phone gave the sound of smashing and different loud clangs of dropped things. Standing while listening to this made her back a few steps. She knew that he was a slouch, but didn't think he would be that cluttered in this Celestia forsaken place. With a sigh, she realized that if anypony lived alone in there they would act the same. The speaker phone screeched before making a clear static. "Who is it!? I'll vaporize you alive if you're lookin for trouble!" said the microphone's user. "Panoram, its me, let me in or I'll break this machine of yours." "Leslie? its you? get in here, quickly." The microphone turned to static, giving a fast peep sound before shutting down completely. The door electrically opened and Leslie trotted deeper inside. Walking past the squarely aligned fence that covered a lot. She noticed off the distance of what seemed to be the deceased bones of ponies who wanted to get into this place. Fallen in to the ground near where they met their ends on the electrified wires. Those wires sizzled with power and would electrocute anypony who dared try to climb over it. A bit of sympathy surged through her mind before turning towards comfort of their deaths from what their intentions might have been. Never-the-less, to see ponies just haphazardly killed like nothing is discomforting. Leslie quickly looked away from the burnt, blackened bones. Closing in on the entrance, the hospital-like double doors leading inside parted to her presence. When entered through, the area was much cooler than the outside, a welcome thing. Two turrets on the ground with big plastic heads and single plastic red eyes watched her ready to fire. Leslie raised a hoof in fear, these weren't here last time she visited. An escalating beep played from the two machines before they lowered their killing snouts. From the ceiling a microphone captured her sight as it statically made noise. "For goodness sakes, work you stupid contraption! Ah there we are, sorry about that, these are a new addition to keep me alive, continue on now." finished the microphone. A sweat dropped from her brow, she felt like her end was to be swift and meaningless like those ponies outside. The little hallway she was in and the two questionable turrets sitting idly by led to a elevator like contraption thats small and had a metallic pedestal. A familiar button sat on that pedestal and she made her way to the contraption after kicking one of the turrets for giving her such a fright. She continued down the hallway until she met with the small elevator. She pressed the button and elevated up to the second story, giving an odd feeling of discomfort in her shaky legs. The machine took her upward, till she became face first towards a metal door. A sudden quick beep and it opened without any hoofed handling. She trotted through until she got a better view of the surrounding area. It seemed she is in a lounge that contained a working refrigerator, oven, and cupboards made entirely of white plastic. Pristine as these were, she mostly hungered at the contents the fridge must have contained. She had been walking for days to get here with what provisions she had and they had been utterly used up. Leslie went towards the refrigerator and watched it for a mere moment. No hesitation were made when she grasped that handle for the goodies inside.
Twilight realizes people masturbate to herView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesTwilight realizes people masturbate to herTwilight was sitting. This wasn't some natural type of way to sit, she was sitting a little bit to the left on a soft cushiony goodness of a pillow. Her horn was stabbed into the ceiling of the wall since she wanted to drown out the idea of all those hairless monkey men ejaculating their reproductive seed to her image. The very idea was enough to make her scream like a monkey, so I guess there was a similarity there. Twilight was agitated, shaking furiously and trying her best to not break her composure. Even as she tried her best to satisfy the insanity coursing through her mind, it wouldn't stop all those guys from doing what they do. Don't think about it, Don't my goodness please stop! Her horn itched a bit and a piece of ceiling fell to the ground where the crack came from. Fear of falling to the ground wasn't enough to persuade her to get off the ceiling. The ground could wait, she needed a release from this revelation. Crick crack! The dent up high was going to break. Desperation wafted into Twilight's mind, she lit her horn and released a spell to fervently hold herself to the ceiling wall.
Random Luna StoryView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesRandom Luna StoryThe sun, shining, lit up on the very sky. Princess Luna basked in the raw energy that nourished the earth with so much light. She didn't need skin ointment or any powerful scented candle. All she had was the power of the sun currently bleaching her skin. Next to her was Pip, her favorite little colt, strapped to a beach chair by leather belts, wailing in agony. Luna smiled gleefully at her skin burning to a crisp, she never felt so much ungodly pain in her entire existence. It was also quite hard to breath in the empty expanse of space, but she new this would make her disciple grow strong. "Ah! Isn't this a wonderful time for a suntan! My sister sure has a powerful star, right Pip?" said Luna as her skin flaked off her body. "Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghh!!!!." screamed Pip while his feet suddenly caught on fire. "That's the spirit my little disciple! Look were nearing the suns outer rays!", Luna closed her eyes as the sun basically vaporized them both. Their corpses turning into black mulch and soot. Pip opened his eyes and found himself sweating from shock. Feeling so scared, he barely noticed who cradled his little body. "Hi Pip, how did you enjoy the... trip?" she said smiling gleefully. "Oh my! are you scared my dear? Well you did say you wanted to follow me wherever I go?" "I-I didn't think we were going to the sun, Princess." said Pip shakily, a sweat dropped from his brow. "Well, don't saddle just yet, we have much more fun to be had." "Were a-a-re we going now, P-p-princess?", Pip shook his little body in fear. First the burning power of the sun, and now more, what could possibly be next? Luna patted him on the head, the comfort calmed the frightened colt. "Someplace you know, Ponyville!", Pip gave a deep sigh, his fears swayed by something familiar and less hot.
Fallout Equestria: Silent Strokes of Some Old Mare BluesView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesFallout Equestria: Silent Strokes of Some Old Mare BluesThe strum from guitar hums silently towards the night sky above. Elegantly being used, this wooden, mahogany-colored instrument played a slow solo that would caress the deepest part of the soul if anypony was there to listen. Only a mare with a blonde mane that has coloration easily comparable to a divine lion. Little splotches of pink line parts of it adding to its colorful range. Her body, green like the hide of a sour Granny Smith apple. Eyes blue as if staring into the deepest parts of the sea right in her sockets. She sat alone on a dead tree, watching the empty and lifeless wasteland that stretched far. Continuing her playful guitar solo in what seemed to be a serenade to what once was. Light was strong behind her, a city no doubt could be seen from afar. Buildings from miles away seeping with energy and life. A sudden pause to the string she was about to hit and the lone mare noticed the moon high above. It was time to go. Usually it was unsafe to be alone in the middle of the night, but she didn't care, she just wanted to play her instrument on the spot she always went to. Never had she gotten any trouble, but it was best to not test her luck. Off of the tree she went, strapping the guitar on to her sideways using the leather strap connected to it. Step after step and she continued her way a bit farther from the small, falling-apart, black tree. "Wait!", she turned and unstrapped her guitar to wield it, ready to strike whomever dared attack. The action was swift, unstrapping the strap and placing the head on both hooves to use the large part as a blunting piece. A sudden quick chuckle from the darkness caused her to shiver while she stood her ground. "Who is there!? Show yourself!" she screamed nervously. The whisper wind of the wasteland was the only answer she got. Out of the dark, a couple of steps and the crunching of sand gave the unknown being a better light. It was canine in shape, completely black from head to paws. Its tail swaying left and right while it sat like a dog. She looked at it and steadied her weapon ready to strike. "Now, now, there's no need for violence, I just want to hear you play some more.", a female voice so calm came from the canine. Its teeth sharp and ready to tear anything apart showed as it smiled. "How can I trust you won't attack me?", not a word was uttered, but the crawling whisper of the wind. She lowered the guitar away from striking position. "Y-you want to hear my music?" The canine figure nodded. "Well, I guess I can play one more solo, but I can't stay long. I have to get back where its safe.", it watched her curiously while she scratched her head. "What do I call you?" "Mond." "Well alright Mond, My name is Gentle Strings, here goes."
Fallout Equestria: Slam Jam WastelanderView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesFallout Equestria: Slam Jam WastelanderThe lone tomato near me was red as blood with little splotches of yellow on its skin. Staring at the fruit was something to abhor after years and years of doing the same. Pulling tomatoes, placing tomatoes in baskets, carrying the baskets, taking it to storage, over and over again. Nothing really interesting ever happened to me, I was bored for the whole of my life. When something interesting actually happenend, I'm bleeding to death with a shotgun bullet wound in my stomach. All the tomatoes are gone, all the tents destroyed, and there is a maniacal raider pissing over my face. At least the cold piss helps deal with all this heat, seriously I'm hot all over. The raider currently assailing me with piss is wearing skulls all over his black padded armor. I could make out some kind of red substance be decorated over his face like warpaint. Why are raiders always so goofy? I never understood why they try to be so intimidating, it only works on little foals anyways. Oh great, now I'm losing consciousness, well this is the end of my meaningless existence, good bye stupid world. It was never worth it to live anyway... "Ahahaha! Look at this dumb mare, I'd rape her if she wasn't so smelly!", the raider flicked his member as he emptied the rest of his urine all over the dying body. "Whatever, it suits disgusting smelly parasites like her to die like this." The raider, about to put back his leather pants was surprised by the torpedoing orb-like projectile about to hit him. It was too fast to make out and it slammed right into his pelvis. A crack resounded, pulverizing his member into a fleshy pulp onto the dying mare and squishing his testicles into fleshy pancakes. He screamed horrifically making the surrounding raiders focus their attention directly where he was at. They cocked their rifles, shotguns, revved up their chainsaws while the hurt raider bent down on his legs. All of them searched for the source of pain for their comrade. Suddenly, the orb set itself afloat, ripping off the genitalia of the raider and hitting him in the jaw, resounding a painful crack. The orb levitated around a shabby, black-cloaked figure, circling his body before meeting onto the palm of his hands. The ball spun on his finger as they watched afraid of the entity. The raider lay dead with blood spurting from his mouth, his body on top of the mare he pissed on. OPEN FIRE!! A sudden barrage of bullets fired through the atmosphere at the direction of the figure. The orb energized, great white power surrounded its frame and a short whistle like sound was made. It protected its statue-like master and hastily deflected the bullets, creating a tube of energy around its wielder. The light was bright, so bright that it blinded the raiders, astonishing them with awe and fear. One opened his eyes after the light settled down and looked to his left to find the last thing he ever saw. His head was easily pulverized in half, all the pulp vaporizing before the trail of light. One after another, the raiders were utterly destroyed, the orb deflecting any offense, from bullets to easily broken melee weaponry. All who opposed him were destroyed until all that was left was the Raider leader, his back leg crushed from the force of the orb, breathing sporadically and barely able to move. He crawled away from the calm walking figure that damaged him, coughing blood and screaming in pain. The raider leader went on his back with the sawed-off shotgun he had saddled and aimed his weapon ready to fire. The figure only watched, the darkness of his cloak easily concealing his face. "What are you!?" screamed the Raider Leader in agony. The figure lowered the ball in his hand and the orb sizzled with energy. The dying raider fired his gun before losing his head from the force of the orb. Crushing the head was almost akin to stepping on the softest bug except there was no messy organs left in the charred remains. The ball vaporized any stain that would dare plague its plastic with its powerful white aura. He summoned the ball and extracted the energy through his finger tips, they shook until the light was dimmed out from the orb. He breathed a breath of air, the smell of copper and gunpowder did not phase him. The figure then casually walked to the first raider he humiliated and shamelessly killed, a pool of blood was surrounding the two bodies. He kicked the corpse onto its back, off from the barely alive mare whose breaths was slow and seldom. He bent down on his legs and looked at the dying mess. Pulling out a tiny orange basketball from deep inside his coat, he placed it inside the wound of her stomach. Let the spirit of B-Ball be with you, I Charles Barkley have deemed you as Leaving the ball inside the shot stomach, his hand moved out from the gaping hole and her insides began to radiate energy. A blast of orange colored power shot from her eyes and the crevice in her began to close slowly. He removed his cloak's hood to show his face, he was dark and white energy radiated from his eyes. B-Ball Disciple of World Equis, you shall be known! The corpse, now seething with circling energy, an explosion of power emanated outward deep into the sky reaching incredibly far that many pony could see. She began to transform as the energy lifted her up from the ground and healed her wounds slowly. Her banana colored mane turned from smooth and straight to a ferocious curl with one protruding hair that curved like a claw from the front. The mare's body, once grey as the moon became a hint of light orange and all wounds were finally closed up. The power weakened and spiraled weakly from the top until it all disappeared. As the Savior of PonyKind, The Pony of Dunk! He caught the falling angelic mare who was still barely conscious from what she endured. He set her on to the ground, away from the blood and gore that was painted all over the destroyed encampment. Then, he covered his face once more and stood to look at the sky. 453,000 done, now over 400trillion left to go, its gonna be a long night... With those words, he vanished without a trace, his form disappearing slowly before vanishing in thin air. Left was the newly transformed mare, a surge of energy came across her chest before charging back inside to the incredible power within.
Twilicorn God of the FutureView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesTwilicorn God of the FutureCream ceiling, royal floor, it was as if yesterday that Twilight would bow her head at the very princess that gave her everything. Such memories that would delight from long ago; never had she realized how much easier existence was before everything was put onto her shoulders. She remembered herself without wings, without a care in the world. Now its all so usual, yet so different. Overseeing and keeping Equestria in order was breathtakingly hard, even with her analytically strong brain wasn't enough to quell the chaos that spelled in ponies hearts. Sitting on this same seat she used to admire of grace, perfection, and most of all the power. The throne room was the same since she was just a little filly first stepping through its corridors. How insane that ponies have lived and died through this old castle, giving their life and servitude to serving and protecting the royalty inside. Her home for much time and many days of being alive. Such time has given a odd aching feeling of one being old in age. Back rickety, bones tired, skin stretchy, all these feelings inside a immortally young body gives a feeling of oddity. Amid the pondering of a goddess forlorn in her duties, Twilight was awaiting the glistening sun to be levitated up. The duty of interchanging from night to day is a ancient duty that has been done by her predecessor for so long. Twilight could remember seeing her old mentor flying through the night sky to bring the precious sun to where it belonged and was eager to see it in this moment. The Goddess got up and trotted towards the window left of her throne. She stared through the night and saw the raising sun illuminating its head onto the world. Watching and smiling, her sight caught hold of a rather familiar form that gave a nostalgic fever all over her body. Soon, the sun rose from its dreaming womb of space and was enriching everything with its light.
Three Friends, OC storyView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesThree Friends, OC storyThe bright yellow sun shined upon the horizon. Past the green trees that extended deep throughout the landscape, there sat a large protruding hill that was perfect for viewing the sunset as it lowered down from the highest in the sky. No doubt Celestia was lowering the sun and it was quite a view to experience it first hand. Upon this steep hill sat three stallions, watching the sun lower down from the celestial goddesses own magic. On the far right sat a marine blue unicorn with a wavy mane and tail that dripped down from him that looked akin to a rushing waterfall. In the middle of the triplet was a red-colored pegasus with an orange mane that was cut short into a fuzz, his tail was curved and defied gravity. And finally, there was a yellow earth pony with a green mane that stretched back into a pony tail, his tail was tightened into a ball with a white ribbon. This is their story. Traveling down from the village to come here sure brought so many memories. So many times we hanged around deep in the forest to escape the trivialities of school and family problems. I miss the times when they would call out my name. Clarity come on your gonna miss the sunset! Hurry, Clarity, your so slow as always Yea, those were the times. No care in the world or anything in particular to worry about. I remember when I met my friends Starry and Simmer, back when we were just young colts in school. Simmer, what a prankster, always placing pranks and blaming some other kid in the class. I was surprised he never got caught the scoundrel. One time he placed a cockatrice inside the desk of a horrible bully that regularly plagued the class, it was a surprise that someone was able to get him out from that stone prison. We all had to evacuate so the cockatrice could be contained, but after that fiasco, we three got together and laughed heartily as the sun went down that day. And Starry, ya know I thought she was the prettiest foal in class with what her pony tail and that balled up tail of hers... when I actually found out she was actually a he. It was surprising for the whole class, but we became friends anyway. "Ey, are you lost or somethin? Your missing out on the view.", Clarity stood up from laying down on their spot and looking up into the sky with his memories. "Simmer, I was just remembering the old times we used to have before this whole mess." Clarity looked down the long hill, it was as if the whole world rested on his shoulders. "Ya know guys, this might be the last time we have to sit on this spot, we might never see each other again." "Oh cheer up mate, even if we have to fight for our lives doesn't mean we won't see each other in the future." Simmer felt the fear in his friend and outstretched a comforting hoof on Clarity's downtrodden shoulder. "Ey, Starry, don't you have any last words before the sun sets?" said Simmer. "My only regret... is that I'll never get to buck a hot stallion before I go." A sudden explosion of laughter came out from both Simmer and Clarity as they held arm to arm on each others shoulder, jovially mocking their friend. Starry would only glare at them. "Heh, heh, Well at least your gonna be the center of attention in the battlefield." said Clarity jokily. Starry would only pout in disgust with a distinct "hmmph" from his girlish tone as the two laughed at his discontent. "Ah, cheer up, its all in good fun." said Simmer, then, letting loose his mocking cohort from his hold.
Big MacxCheese Sandwich Gay FicView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesBig MacxCheese Sandwich Gay FicBig Macintosh groaned loudly while the surging pain in his mind made him grit his teeth in agony. He breathed in heavily the cold air of the night sky. His eyesight hazy and his bearings unfound, he turned his head to the surrounding darkness and the watching moon above. He felt his arms tight and searched to notice that his arms were bound with rope. His arms were held over his head and were covered with black latex. Big Mac looked down and felt something throbbing near his pelvis and noticed his member fully erect with precum dripping from his hole. The only thing he could do was look up in surprise in search of whomever put him there and his urgent question was answered. Right behind his large cock was hiding a brown maned stallion with curls and twirls grown over his head with a yellow color all over his body, his jaunty grin was stretched over his face. Big Macintosh let lose a sudden scream at the stallion that just appeared behind his large penis. "Hi, Big Macintosh! It's me, Cheese Sandwitch, remember? From Rainbow Dash's party?" he said while he lay back on Mac's absolutely hard cock. "I heard from Pinkie Pie that you were gay and she asked me personally to help you express yourself while I gave you a good time." Big Macintosh frowned, not only had Pinkie broke her promise to keep his sexual preference a secret, but she hired a crazy ass party pony to make him feel good. Then an idea came of his friend Pinkie Pie, but instead in the form of Cheese Sandwich except pink from head to hoof. Such a thought made the big stallion's pulsating cock throb with energy and ripe pumping blood. Big Mac gasped at how erect it was and he blushed as Cheese Sandwich giggled girlishly. Sandwich trotted away to the darker, more unseeable parts of the grassland before returning with a bag, black latex on his arms, legs, and chest with zipper leading from his neck to the pelvis. He settled the bag down and pulled out a metallic penis holder with two leather straps connecting to the entrance. Cheese Sandwich pushed the massive metal on the member, forcing it to stretch back and making Big Mac groan from the intense pain. Cheese gave a few hearty pushes since the organ was too powerful, he was barely able to tie the leather around him and it was tight on Big Macintosh's waist. "There, hooh! That cock of yours is a real powerhouse." said Cheese Sandwich while holding Big Macintosh's held back penis.
Edgy Fluttershy FicView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesEdgy Fluttershy FicThere they are, those two ponies that just giggle and laugh. Why are they here? Why can't they leave me to my peace on this bench, to just feed the birds in peace. I have this bird feed, its made out of stuff, and I don't bucking get what they want from me. Its a nice sunny day here at the park, and, and, I just want to feed the birds, completely normal. Oh god, they see me, they see me, maybe I should say hi, maybe, wait, no, I don't want them to say hi, things happen that are bad. Smile Fluttershy, just smile, smile, smile. Cleave them in half, get their brains and put it on a sharp stick for display Wait, no, please no, I just want to enjoy this park, with these birds! There is no reason to do that, I'm happily sitting on this bench with my bird feed... wait, wheres the bird feed. Oh, I spilled it all over the floor, oh, maybe those nice fillies over there took it! Yea they must have stolen the bird feed that is now on the floor. Makes perfect sense, better go say hi. Fluttershy trots to the two fillies following the sidewalk through the park. She got a closer look and it seemed it was Sweetie Belle and Applebloom just walking happily talking about cutie marks or something. Fluttershy stops in the way without them noticing, with a big smile and a happy open gaze. They bump into Fluttershy, shocked by the sudden appearance of the grinning visitor. They stare up into her caring eyes that express such desire to please. "Uh, Hi Fluttershy, howsit going?" said Scootaloo nervously. She looked upon them with care, like seeing the first of your newborn foals sitting right in front of you. "Are ya alright, Fluttershy? Is there somethin wrong?" asked Applebloom. A sudden gust of wind with forgotten leaves dusted past between them. It flowed through the trio's manes, leaving a chill upon their bodies. Fluttershy regained consciousness from her stupor and was surprised at their sudden confusion. "Oh, uh, sorry... I don't know what came over me. Oh! I remember now why I came to you girls! I had something to help you find your cutie marks." The two foals looked into each others eyes with such excitement before returning to face her. "Really!?" they asked in unison. Fluttershy would nod happily for the two while sweat slithered down her neck. "Well, we should be going, we have to hurry to get this done." said Fluttershy, turning around towards the direction to the tall, open, metal gates of the park. They left through the park and followed the usual route to her home. Fluttershy unlocked the entrance with a key under her door mat.
Fallout Equestria: Big BladeView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesFallout Equestria: Big BladeSweat was pouring down, legs tensing and pulling carrots from their placed dirt home. Toiling in the hot sun, a red bodied stallion with a long orange and white streaked mane dug heavily with shovel between teeth. He was a big one, his legs were thick and he had strong muscles around his hard body. One by one, he dug under the vaporizing sun, putting it all in a nearby wheel barrel for collection. It was incredibly hot, but he toiled onward. All around him there was carrot vegetation, stretching out until it met with the sun-bleached earth. He wiped a sweat from his brow and looked onward to the house that situated between the two massive square of crops. The home was bone white in color with its paint vaporized long ago from the old times. It had two stories, with three windows on the top with six for the kitchen, living room, and four rooms in the bottom with a door that was cracked with age, but still usable. The Stallion kept a look-out from where he worked, making sure to check for raiders that may come from the distance. To his slight relief, he did not notice a single one, but one could never be too careful. He returned to his work, his body was shaking and he did not yield. The Stallion was done with the left-side square of crops and had pulled through about half of the carrots on the right side. The loud screech of the old rusty door of the home steered open. Out came a golden maned mare who was short with a curly mane and a white body. She carried with her a glass of carrot juice just begging to be consumed in this unbearable heat. She trotted her way through the open metal gate connected to the metal bars around the crop field and made it to The Stallion as he watched her intently, smiling happily. "You look thirsty, hon-bun. Take it, this heat must be swelterin." said The Mare. She hoofed the glass towards him, he dropped his shovel and happily swigged it down with a happy grin. "Scalding, doesn't that feel allot bettah now?" "Flaxy, babe, you know we can't be using our crops, we both know that the Overmare will be needen it", Scalding hoofed the glass to his hubby, she casually grabbed it back. "Oh, I know, but seein you workin a sweat is tearin me from the inside, you are shaking so frightfully." said Flaxy in worry. She turned away with the glass in hoof and a frown on her sad face. Scalding moved next to her and snuggled close. "Listen, listen, how is our little bundle of joy doin?" said Scalding. He bit on his special somepony's ear and she giggled lightly. "Oh she is sleeping so heavenly, did I ever tell you have the best genes honey bug, that girl is gonna grow into such a strong mare.", she turned close towards his bright turquoise eyes. "And she has your be-eauty, that no pony will ever compare to..." said Scalding. They leaned close and their mouths smacked into each other right behind the rising sun. A loud sound of wheels turning and metal screeching sounded off from the distance. The two of them lost each other and looked onward to the desert like area with eyes wide open with fear. Flaxy hugged her mate, the loud metal getting louder with each second. "Get inside! Now!" ordered Scalding. Flaxy ran as fast as she could and entered the pearl abode with fervor. She went past the kitchen, and entered the foal's nursing room, it was surrounded by make-shift wooden toys and differing nick-nacks with the foal slumbering in a working baby bed. Flaxy took her precious foal and quickly made it to the hidden basement beneath the wooden door under the bed. She trotted down the stairs and hid under the darkness, with the bright light shining through the wooden crevices of the ceiling. Scalding hurried, going behind the home and opened a rectangular black metal box sitting idly on the ground and wall. Inside, there was a pulse-rifle just sitting there, dust collecting on its metal frame. It had an oval metal head with a circular part that was emerald tinged inside and a scope on its top base. He grasped the circular handle and put it on the right side of the ground. He looked through and grasped a chest plate armor and leggings that where metallically silver and spiked. He put on the metal chest armor first, both slid in just like they always have with his plasma rifle hanging from his back. He looked off the distance after situating himself to the front of the home. He looked onward and saw a bus, driving frightfully fast at his position. It had bones covering the frame of the bus, poor ponies whose heads were cut off and hanged from the base of the decrepit vehicle. Scalding didn't waste any time, he grasped his rifle, aimed and tightened the trigger at the laughing raider driving that horrible abomination of pony-slaughter. One shot was made, it sailed onward onto the vehicle and hit the raider right through his skull, causing it to melt his brain from the inside into gelatinous goo that flowed out onto his lap. The bus spiraled out of control and slammed into the desert dirt. Scalding watched intently through his scope for any signs of life through the distance. The bus was ever so silent, like a dead corpse about to burst with parasites. Out of the windows of the vehicle, crawled out raiders, they had horrible garments that had the bones of their killed. Their manes were arranged in different tribal hair styles to instill terror. Many came out, and Scalding shot as many down as he could. They ran screaming, firing bullets at him, forcing Scalding to move behind cover to the wheel barrel. He continued to fire indiscriminately at them, some of them disintegrating into dust and others losing their body parts and screaming for their mothers as their guts flowed out of their stomachs before being vaporized before their very eyes. After a good while of ending lives, there were only a few crazed ponies running their way to the establishment. Scalding aimed while gritting his teeth at the few left and heard a minute, clear sound that signaled that his weapon was out of juice. He threw the useless weapon to the ground. With nothing to fight back, he flinched at the incoming bullets making holes through the barrel. "Flaxy! Give me my weapon!" screamed Scalding as he cowered behind the barrel. From under his feet, Flaxy settled the young foal into the ground and ran into the deeper parts of the basement until she found exactly what she was looking for sitting alone at the edge of the wall. It was a sword, a very large and thin blade that was curved at the end leading to the point. The handle was made with silver, and it had one protrusion on its hilt. Flaxy grabbed the weapon, it was heavy, but she ran as fast as she could with what strength she had. "Hurry!" screamed Scalding. Bullets fired and he cowered even more than before. She pushed the blade through the crack in the floor and he pulled it with haste. A raider ran to the barrel screaming obscenities at his direction and turned to aim his assault rife behind the barrel only to be met with death. With blade in bared teeth, Scalding slammed his weapon with all his might right into the raiders head, cutting the upper part of his skull from his jaw. Blood spurted out like a forceful fountain and sprayed all over Scalding's face, the top part of the raiders head hit the floor along with the assault rifle and then the body. Scalding ran as fast as he could, running past the destroyed landscape that was blown to pieces with burnt holes, broken carrot, and gun powder. He viewed through and noticed only three raiders left. His steps where fast, he quickly avoided all of the raiders spray. The first one was a mare, she was red with green hair, her entire body was sliced in half, blood dropping into a pool drained by the thirsty dry earth below. The second was a stallion, his body tattooed to a tee, he fired his weapon at Scalding's general direction and soon started to flee. His leg was cut horizontally and split in half, he bled to death. The final crazed fool, tried to match blade with blade, but the mares sword was too cheap, and her upper body was cut like clay. More blood came upon his skin, and she lopped from side to side.
Sad Wonderbolt fic with Rainbow DashView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesSad Wonderbolt fic with Rainbow DashThe soft cushion of the white pillow gave a feeling of comfort to the abysmal death inside. A rainbow tail shook under the covers as the sunlight shined through the clear window hitting a blue bodied pegasus in the face. She grimaced and her eyes opened in discomfort, she pushed off the covers from her body and stood up from the mattress. Her mane was unkept and unusually long, it hit all the way past her back, spreading all over the mattress. The tail was long and messy, having many knots throughout the brightly-colored rainbow. She got out of the bed and looked through the window to the outside, she watched it intently with a childlike joy that only lasted a very short amount of time, with dirty clothes all over the floor, she went on her way to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and watched herself still, dark bags under eyes and a dead stare that was empty of vibrancy. She looked down at her image and trotted her way out without a confident word. She exited the cloud home and flew slowly, making her way through the blue sky without speed or excitement. The fluffy clouds that would get in her way, she would just fly through without a single care and let it go without a challenge or force.
Her Scent held CloseView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesHer Scent held CloseThe sun was shining with the usual fare, radiating its enlivening rays into the hungry planet below it. The birds were singing praises of their harmonious existence with the rest of the world. A slumbering pony awakens with light shining through her window and trots away taking extra care of herself in her bathroom. Twirling her hair with the cute pink straightener that was given by her mother. Rarity always cherished this gift ever since she was a young filly when she created dresses and designs even at such a age. She left through her door and walked down the stairs into the main room where all her dresses and workings were situated. She looked through her notebook of clients and their design wants and needs. One for a ballroom dance, another for a sweet sixteen, there were many orders to be made and she had such little time to examine them all. She began working on the lemony colored ballroom gown, its folds elegantly made with moth like wings and its shoulder straps filled with girth to give it a interesting look. She basically was almost done, she just needed to give it the good ol’ Rarity Inspection. Eyeing the elegant silk she noticed a sudden imperfection, one of the folds was too long. And what else, but give it a bit of a snipperoo, she hoofed over a knife from the little cup of supplies and masterly cut it with a cinch. Ah much much better, I do hope that the client will be satisfied. Ah who am I kidding, They are always satisfied! Rarity smiled gleefully and moved on from the ballroom gown to the sweet sixteen, party extravaganza dress. She began inspecting the details with its twirling folds going to its left. She spinned the dress turntable and studied the back while admiring her own work in the process. ‘Knock! Knock! Knock!’ The sound pervaded behind Rarity and she looked back towards her door to the outside world. She let loose her inspection and trotted her way to meet with whomever it might be. “Just a minute, I’ll be right there!” Rarity continued her way until she made it to the purple elegantly black lined door. She opened it and stood frozen at the Diamond Dog waiting patiently outside. He was tall, grey colored with green eyes and purple straight irises, he had a cane with a black ball on top and a top hat with a collar that had a tie with the initials BD. He was muscular and had his claws sitting idly on top of his cane. “Well hello there madame! I heard around these neck of the woods per say that this is the best place to get a good outfit or two!” said The Diamond Dog. Rarity slammed the door on his face and cowered behind the door’s frame. She yelped and ran and jumped behind one of her counters. She looked up behind her counter at the door for a familiar knocking to pervade itself once more. “Um, excuse me madame, but I do need a new suit for this upcoming thing I am going to. If you would be so kind as to allow me entrance, I will assure you that I will have the utmost manners!” Rarity was filled with disbelief and confusion, she asked herself, should she trust this mongrel who might capture her? There was something odd about this situation indeed. Against her instincts, she trotted her way to meet with the dog who had such colorful vocabulary. She opened the door and was met with the same individual with such a sunny expression of calmness and patience… “Well, hello! I see you have finally made up your mind! Shall we do business then?” said The Diamond Dog as happily as ever. “You… you aren’t here to capture me?” questioned Rarity. “Why, I would never do anything of the sort, I just came here to find a new suit. Is that so hard to identify with? Let me guess, you believe because of my species that I would set ill for you or abuse you in some way? I know my species might have a reputation, but I assure you that I am not of the same way.” Rarity shook her eyes when she realized she was in the presence of a gentleman. Such a courteous display could only mean that he meant no harm. She allowed him in with a bit of confusion, especially coming from someone of his race. “I never have met a Diamond Dog like you before, where are you from?” asked Rarity awed. “Ah, you might be surprised, you see I am from Canterlot! I love how so many ponies have to ask me these questions, it is simply a delight.” “There are Diamond Dogs In Canterlot?” “Hmm, this place has quite a designer feel to it. I guess that is rightly placed based on your vocation! So where shall I be measured?” “Uh, right this way… Mr.?” “Ah, of course! An introduction is much needed. You madame are in the presence of Tid Bite, entrepreneur and highly-praised Canterlot resident.” “I would think that a Diamond Dog living in Canterlot would be big news by now.” questioned Rarity as she guided him to the measuring pedestal. “Well, between you and me, the residents of Canterlot keep me secret and usually the ponies I know and meet see me. You could say I am the Legend of Canterlot!” said Tid Bite as he stepped on the pedestal. “That reminds me! Mrs. Designer, would you mind keeping my existence a secret? I don’t want ponies turning their heads over me.” “Well, alright, it’s Rarity by the way if you're so inclined.” “Ah, Madame Rarity, has a nice ring to it.”, said Tid. Rarity went to a closet and opened it to find a surplus of supplies, from different variations of colored fabric and silk to needles and threads as cluttered as the eye could see. She pushed through and pulled out a measuring tape with her magic that was yellow in coloration and zipped back to him as he watched intently. She stretched out the tape to measure his body type. “Please hold still as much as possible, I need to get the right measurements…” She measured his big arms that were larger than his short stubby legs and hoofed over from her wooden desk a lined paper to write on. Rarity grasped a pitch-black pen with a metallic frame on its back from under the desk and copied the information. “So, what would be a good time to retrieve my suit?” said Tid as he stood perfectly still. With needles in her teeth, Rarity spoke in a muffled tone. “Come back around nine, I’ll have it ready by then.” Tid went his way towards the door and waved as he opened to exit. She gave a smile as he exited the store. She ran to the window and watched where he left to find that a car awaited him of all things. Curious indeed, a diamond dog in Canterlot? Something doesn’t feel right about him… She shook her head and went to the table to begin working on the black suit. It’s going to be a long day. Later that evening, Rarity slumbered on the wooden table she worked on. a knocking and she awoke surprised, the suit not finished from the middle to the bottom. Terrified, a knock came again once more to her terror. She walked her way hesitantly to the door and opened it to find the familiar Tid once more. She smiled nervously from the suitless Diamond Dog. “Hello Madame Rarity, I’ve come for the-” “Um, yes, I have it ready, its just…”, Tid looked at the mare questionably. “It’s not ready Mister Tid, I’m sorry, if its any consolation.” “Not another word, I need this suit for the party I am going to and you have wasted my time, but since I have no other option, I have a proposition for you.” “Whuh? What would that be?” “Finish the dress, but do it in my car which will mean that you will have to come with me as a guest to the party, do you accept or not?” “Well, I…” “Hurry Madame, I don’t have much time to waste.” “I guess I can throw something on for such a quick occasion, but…” “Good, hurry and put it on, I need to get going.” Rarity closed the door, looked into her room and searched in the closet. Seeing that he was going to a party, but now sure what type it was, she decided to put something formal instead of anything flashy. The dress had a simple beige coloration that covered her from neck to toe, it would do at this situation. As she ran out of the room, taking a few knitting needles with her and the sewing machine, she had to make sewing magic before they arrived to his party. Out the door and into the car, Tid commented how reasonable the choice of clothing was. Rarity didn’t say anything, she was too focused on her job. At closer inspection, the limousine she’s in had comfortable seats, but enjoying the frivolity of this vehicle was just a quick diversion to what she had to do. She started knitting the suit when Tid hopped into the middle seat, a loud shake and thud came to the car. The front window to the back seat slowly opened to find Tid’s doggy mug. “Madame Rarity, there is a plug on the right side of your seat you can use for the sewing machine, do hurry for we will be arriving to Canterlot.” “Yes, It will be done quickly!” said Rarity while plugging in the sewing machine. The loud whir of the machine came on instantly. She worked diligently as the car drove incredibly fast, it was obvious they were late.
BraeMac Shipping ClopView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesBraeMac Shipping ClopThe atmosphere in the air was warm and soft enough to breath in like a irresistible smell that would entrance you with its simplicity. The fan spun quickly from its three-pronged wooden base and wafted the air atop the ceiling. Such powerful fanning gave Braeburn a comforting feeling after being outside in the sweltering heat of Appleloosa. He lay in his messy bed with the covers creased through his yellow thighs. His bed was woodenly made like the rest of the room. He had worked furiously hard in this little town of western stallions and mares just to have a different stake in life. Gone were the days when he lived in the hard and loud streets of Manehattan where ponies had to crawl in order to survive daily. Braeburn stared at the ceiling fan as it turned endlessly like a self-consuming ouroboros snake. His body ached as he pulled himself up from the screechy bed. He lazily turned to his right and saw a picture of him and Big Macintosh in construction suits while Manehattan work toiled on behind them. Such a happy image that it made Braeburn smile and lower himself to kiss the picture of his beloved Big Mac. Suddenly, a beautiful memory swept right through his mind and he closed his eyes to recall the magical event. Braeburn imagined himself outside of his old apartment with the usual manehattan flare, it was late and Big Mac and him were a little tipsy from drinking beer at the local cafe near the construction site they worked at. "Ahaaha, Oh sweet Celestia Macky! I can't believe you beat the shit out of that guy." said Braeburn drunkenly as he fumbled his pocket for his keys. Big Mac laughed beside him with a happy drunkenness carrying them both. "Well, whatever that guy was a dick." "Eeyup, he had it so fuckin comin, can't believe he tried to mess with ya, I wouldn't ever let that happen to my Brae-Brae." Big Mac nearly tripped into the gravel before Braeburn caught him from his fall. They laughed together as Braeburn inserted the key into the doorknob and missed, he tried multiple times and giggled in embarrassment. "I'm too drunk today Macky, your gonna have ta help me out." Big Mac grasped his hoof and together they slid the key into the lock and turned it open. The both of them fell on each other as the door opened into the apartment. Big Mac was surprised when he was on top of his cousin and even more when he smiled. "Looks like someones excited." said Braeburn as he felt the throbbing organ touch his left thigh. Big Macintosh looked down to notice his long cock barely touching Braeburns and a sudden confusing warmth enveloped him. Macintosh was incredibly lost and he looked back up at Braeburn to only get a welcoming gift of a succulent soft kiss. Their tongues twisted and flavored each other as their members became fully erect. The two kissed each other as feelings deep within emerged and they stood up, groping each others bodies. They ran together to the wall and Braeburn began to kiss his cousins neck. He moved from his devastated neck to bend down deeply to his pelvis and flavor the taste of his cousin's cock. Braeburn enveloped the enormous flesh into his throat. Big Mac moaned in delight as he pulled back his head to rest on the apartment wall and close his eyes to experience every suck from his cousin's tight mouth. Big Macintosh felt his veins throb with blood and orgasm was very, very imminent as Braeburn began to pick up pace, hungry for his cum. Braeburn felt the thick meat deep in his throat and a sudden firing that escaped into his mouth. Big Macintosh moaned loudly as his seed was swallowed by his cousin's mouth. Big Mac slithered down from the wall to the ground and began to breathe heavily the cold air after bursting his load.
Naruto Crossover Fic View OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesNaruto Crossover Fic Naruto Crossover Fic There stood Naruto at the precipice of glaring, staring onward at the pony onlookers who watched him. He remembered his over the top battle with Pain and regressed into dark and edgy depression. No longer was his wacky temperament considered, NO!, he watched onward at the little ponies who stared at him. He remembered, how would he fix the ninja world's problems? How would those onlooking horses think of his ninja ways? There was only one way to show that he was a ninja of peace, a stalwart warrior for the good of man... pony... whatever kind. Oh no, the shaking, the stage fright from the watching eyes of these ponies! What would he do to appease these creatures? It must be something that fits in to the core of humanity, that etches deep inside himself. Suddenly, a cornucopia of brilliance ignited in his mental temple, something so ingenious that it created tears inside his eyes, weeping silently in to his creative soul! He looked onward towards the sky blessing the very entity of creation for giving him something so perfect for these horses to feast upon. They would surely love him undoubtedly once he did this one act, this blissful enchanting move that would make him their god. Nothing of this caliber would ever come again and so, he readied his stance. Glaring excitedly at this creature, the ponies shuddered in anticipation as if they were watching a magnificent magic act performed by the most auspicious wizard or mage. Then in one hand motion that was akin to the gods, Naruto pressed his fingers together in varying hand motions until... "Oiroke no Jutsu! sputtered the advanced ninja master. Smoke trailed all around him and then a sudden "poof". The gas wafted away to show the most... OH MY GOD! blearaeraweragh! Oh god my nose is bleeding, fuck! I didn't see that fucking shit coming, oh my fucking god she is so hot, I haven't had sex in months, oh god please, let me, just a touch! The screen closed in towards the sexy, big-busted, female Naruto and his banging long blonde hair, with such a beautiful curvy waist and rocking tits, the narrator could not contain himself. The camera was so close, almost touching on his voluptuous bodice that would excite the most stalwart priest. Naruto felt a disturbance in the ninja force and begrudgingly punched the camera into pieces with his ultra powerful, girl muscles. From a ponies perspective it seemed that he was punching in thin air, but, we both know thats not the case! Naruto glanced away from where the camera was and watched his adoring public to find them absolutely guffawed by his transformation. He watched them and noticed that he was in some sort of market, filled with a lot of vegetables and fruits in wooden stands. His eye caught movement, a running green colored pony coming straight at him, the closer she got the more defined her body came as he saw a magical horn on her head and a golden instrument on her butt. She was coming in very fast, finally an adoring follower to see his awesomeness and praise his magnificent ninja-skills. He stretched out his arms as far as they reached in readied anticipation. A glimmer of light shimmered from the sun in between the two beings as the green unicorn excitedly leaped while screaming on the top of her lungs. Naruto flew as her body met with his and he screamed in surprise from losing his footing. Naruto grimaced as he landed on the hard floor. He looked up into the sky with his hazed-out eyes. The blue was strong in the atmosphere and it was just like his ninja world back at home. He looked to his right to see the green unicorn squeezing his right hand, almost coveting it like the most valuable treasure. "Hands!" bellowed The crazed equine. "Oh sweet Sage of Six Paths! Stop groping me!", Naruto ninja kicked her in the stomach, she flew on to her beautiful girlfriend Bon-Bon. A sudden crack resounded from her
Granny Smith x Blueblood shippingView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesGranny Smith x Blueblood shippingPrince Blueblood stretched out his snout and smelled the incredible aroma of clean air in Sweet Apple Acres. He eyed a mahogany tree with it's incredible branches that held the beautiful and delicious looking red apples. His stomach hungrily rumbled at the sight of such ripe delicacy. He touched the corse and rough surface of the strong apple tree and gently caressed the bark with a careful hoof. Blueblood excitedly smiled at the rare sensation. A strong wave of wind assaulted him and he felt the cool breeze relax him and his hungry temperament. Prince Blueblood backed away from his chosen wood to look upon the substantial amount of apple trees that graced Sweet Apple Acre's land. The massive land of apples, breached all the way to The Everfree Forest, barely leaving space for air between. He glanced at such a sight, the length of the farm seemed ever endless that only a god or a massive monster could be able to eat all the apples. He giggled at the thought of her aunt engorging herself on the buffet of Apples, but, fun aside, he surmised that she probably could eat all of them if she wanted to. Prince Blueblood held on to his whining stomach, it rumbled fiercely a sound akin to a purring lion. Blueblood's ears ringed with the heavy screech of the hinges of a rusty door. He looked upon the origin of the sound to find his voracious eyes staring at the essence of beauty itself. A coat so deliciously green and vibrant with life, her brilliant orange eyes masked with the lie of old age. Her hindquarters placed a delicious and decadent looking apple pie that almost looked like it smoked with heat. Her elegantly pulled back white mane and tail expertly tied up for convenience. Her sagging eyes and line infested mouth, with her rickety bones and weak legs and silver cane that looked cold to the touch. The Prince was devastated by such entrancing and endearing beauty from such a pony so aged to perfection. She was the paragon of old mare's everywhere. He could only stare tranced by her very existence, his eyes were widely agape with astonishment. Imagined light perpetuated her very aura as she slowly trotted up to the inspired stallion. Her shining ball of godlike light neared him and Prince Blueblood felt a healing surge of adrenaline envelope his entire body. Muffled sound generated from her perfect mouth for The Prince was in incredible awe. "Mmeh, Mmeh, Mmeh Mmeh Mmeh Mmeh?", The Prince was stuck in dumbfounded realization of incredibility that he stared motionless as if turned to stone by the feared, mythical gorgon herself. A stinging pain smeared his neurons all across his tranced face. He regained his conscience and found a very angry, granny mare waiting impatiently for his reply. Prince Blueblood was held back by her strike and caressed his injured face as if struck by a luminous angel. He straightened up and met with Granny Smith, face-to-face. "Wiel? Young'in what business ya have here and why were ya lookin all funny like dat?", Granny Smith awaited patiently with anger struck in her mental cord. Prince Blueblood shook his head like a salt shaker to awaken himself from his dreamlike stupor. ""ahem", heh, heh, sorry about that I was just... dreaming of something... apples, heh, sorry...", nervousness was evident in The Prince as he scratched his head from embarrassment. Granny Smith's patience had just ran out. "What do you wan't!? Are ya here to steal somma my apples!?", Well den I assure dere will be no quarter for ya if ya do!", Granny Smith's aggression was evident, her metal cane was lifted up in a position to bludgeon. Prince Blueblood fell on his spine and dragged himself back with the full-force of his back hoofs. Granny stalked her cowardly enemy until he crashed in to a strong apple tree. "Wait, You don't understand! I came here just for some party supplies!", Granny raised her cane high above spelling death for her little trespasser. The Prince shut his eyes whilst gritting his bared teeth tightly in feared anticipation. Granny slammed the metal cane on to the ground purposely missing the frightened, full-grown stallion before her. Prince Blueblood hesitantly raised a eyelid to see. Granny Smith's eyes were tense with impatience as she balanced herself on her metal cane. Prince Blueblood arose clumsily, dragging his hoofs on the tree he hugged against for protection. He stood up, placing his hoofs on to the grass once more.
Rainbow Sad FicView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesRainbow Sad FicRainbow Dash lay in her hospital bed feeling the mattress caress her skin and the metal bars surround her bodice. She stared at the ceiling watching the fans turn incredibly fast, it was hypnotic to the eyes. Her iris would follow the brown wings of the fan as if it was the best distraction she could ever have at this point. It soon reminded her of all the times she flew through the sky dazzled by the speed and the velocity she used to hover above. Her wing's flapping and gliding through the air currents at high speeds only to slow down instantly enough to land peacefully on a nice fluffy cloud to rest on. Rainbow Dash remembered all this until it vanished from her mind at the hard reality of her current situation. She glanced away from the fan and looked down upon her blue body that was fit to a tee. She never understood how she could be afflicted with such a disease when she was so healthy and strong. Her muscles firm to the touch and her wings reactively fast to her mental commands. Tears swelled up from her eyes at the cruel irony of her diseased status. Rainbow had her Daring Do books right beside her and has been reading them for several days until she had become absolutely tired and sickened with reading material that she thought she would die of literature instead. She always read how Daring Do always somehow found a way to surpass any conflict that got in her way. Rainbow would hope that it would be in the same vein in her current situation and she really wanted to believe that she would become free again from problems, just like Daring Do. Rainbow Dash stared at the books and picked up one of her favorite Daring Do stories. It read Daring Do and The Aging Dilemma in bold letters across the book cover. The nice book stopped the tears flowing from her eyes and gave her a sense of peace. The story was about Daring Do battling a curse of aging, throughout the story she had to deal with arthritis and pain of old age, but, in the end she uplifted the curse with a magical spell. Rainbow remembered when she got the first news of the disease. How it was terminal and her surprise of her imminent demise. She remembers how Twilight tried to use her magic in every way possible to fix the problem. None of it would work, it was already too late. Rainbow Dash would remember how her friends would become conflicted and argue over her desperately trying to save... her. Rainbow put away the sad thoughts from her mind, it was enough that she had to suffer inside a grungy old hospital. Rainbow began to reminisce of good times with her friends. She remembered one time where Fluttershy told off an actual dragon! When Pinkie Pie went completely insane and was talking to her things, that made Rainbow chuckle. Then, she remembered Twilight Sparkle always was such an egghead. Applejack she would compete with all the time. Finally, Rarity... even though she was all prissy and stuff... Rainbow Dash sort of envied her since she was so... illustrious. Rarity was the epitome of fashion and... she was just so awesome! Rainbow Dash stuck in her fancy, felt an adverse joy for a few moments as she reminisced her friends. A certain memory popped up from her mind. A memory that she wanted to ignore forever, yet, she didn't have the willpower nor the patience anymore to do it. She remembered her colt, her precious offspring that she lost forever. She remembered a time before Ponyville where she lived in Cloudsdale and just got out of College. Where Rainbow Dash met her first love whose name she knew as Quick Dodge. Rainbow Dash remembered him and tears once again flowed through her eyes. She felt so alone, no one to comfort her aching heart. With nothing better to do she began to remember once more her old lover of before time. They met at College both learning to become fliers for the Cloudsdale Weather Team. Their romance heightened from their passion for flying fast to their shared dream of becoming the best of all fliers. At one night she and the red bodied green maned pegasus with a curiously windy cutiemark consummated on top of a cloud high above Cloudsdale under the beautiful stars. Rainbow Dash was deep in love with this Stallion and soon their love created something magical. She named the colt Star Stream after the night they had together. The colt was just born when Rainbow Dash heard the news of her lover, Death from a lightning strike. His body was completely obliterated by lightning and when they found him he was stuck burnt to a rock. Rainbow Dash couldn't believe her ears that one of the fastest fliers and the most loving of ponykind would leave her all alone. Rainbow Dash was absolutely devastated by the loss. Quick Dodge meant everything to Rainbow Dash and was basically what kept her alive for the many years in College. This was the second time she lost someone in her life. She couldn't handle it and so she could also not handle the colt itself. In fear, she dropped off the small colt right in to an orphanage whilst crying her face off. There she ran away from her problems which was all in Cloudsdale and almost never returned only to come there in certain circumstances. Hiding her emotions and past away, she slowly made a new life for herself in Ponyville. After reminiscing her descent, Rainbow began to remember how she first met her dead husband. Quick Dodge was a shy pegasus stallion that kept to himself mostly, but, was infatuated with the rainbow maned pegasus. They saw eye to eye at a training instruction based on their speed. At first Rainbow completely ignored the stallion just meandering around flaunting her abilities. On that day, Quick Dodge felt a little angsty and when the training race began he pushed himself far faster than ever before. Speeding up against the Rainbow Maned pegasus, the two matched speeds both side by side with no competitor in their wake only for the stallion to pass the finish line.
Meta Story 2: Retaliation Against EGView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesMeta Story 2: Retaliation Against EGI have had enough, Hasbro is destroying the brony collective and is getting away with it. All is almost lost for brony-kind for the Equestria Girls cometh. I one of the sole survivors shall retell the tale of how the bronies almost died out. When the Equestria Girls aired on to the Big Screen of the many movie theaters, it caused a meltdown of extreme hatred. The Bronies reacted unexpectadly and destroyed everything in a animalistic berserker rage. First the movie theaters, then the streets, and then the people who dared stand in their way. Then they made it to Hasbro, a mass of millions surrounded the building of Hasbro H.Q.. To greet them at the doorstep was the S.W.A.T. teams and a part of the U.S. army ready to defend the building like the assholes they are. The battle was intense, more bloodshed than the Civil War of the North and South. Many people died in the name of friendship and all were dead except for the unscathed building of Hasbro casting its shadow hypothetically over all of the planet. Soon the bronies were rooted out from house to house killing the fandom. All that is left is a few bronies and myself desperately hiding away from it all. My name is Alfred Bilbobottoms and I am of the brony and I will never falter, never fear, never lose the magic. Now read this well, Hasbro had not given up or slowed down in rooting us all out. They have come up with a terrifying cartoon. The continuation of Equestria Girls in episodic form. This would leave all bronies dead for no one can tolerate such a monstrosity. I can barely breath at the idea of it, such a abomination of good characters and strong story now turned into a Bratz rip-off. Well thats all I have for now, you must stop this or else all will be lost. You are our only hope. Its all up to you Alfred Bilbobottoms, Brony Twilight closed the book that she was reading and scanned the contents of the back in confusion. She never understood what all of this meant and did not know what to do. Brony? Hasbro? these things did not make sense to her. Twilight Sparkle put back the random book on the shelf and began to tip-toe out of the library. Twilight knew that today was going to be special, she had to come all the way from Canterlot to get here. It must've been of utmost importance for Princess Celestia herself to ask her to come. She trotted past the Crystal Ponies and the nice Crystal Buildings to finally arrive at the Crystal Castle where everyone was waiting for her. She went up to the gate to be greeted by the Royal Crystal Guard themselves. "Ah, Princess Twilight! Follow us to the ga... I mean to where everypony is at. Twilight and The Guard trotted up to the
RainbowxThunderlane Dark/Gore ficView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesRainbowxThunderlane Dark/Gore ficIt was a beautiful day in Ponyville, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Rainbow Dash was flying high speed with Thunderlane on a practice course through the sky. Rainbow Dash was as usual picking up and reaching much farther speeds against what Thunderlane could ever do. She looked behind her and stopped to find Thunderlane way behind her. She slowed down to meet up with the dark grey pegasus and cockily floated in the air on her back smiling in superiority. Thunderlane finally caught up with Rainbow Dash and sped as tiredly as possible to her position. He finally arrived to her and began to breath heavily for the amount of effort he put himself through. "Hmmph, your going to have to do better than that if you wanna be the best like me." said Rainbow Dash with a smug pride while floating on her back as if she wasn't even trying. Thunderlane took a few breaths before placing his hooves on a cloud to rest. He situated himself comfortably to finally make eye contact with Rainbow Dash, her ruby red eyes were glistening from the sun's light. "I can do this Rainbow just give me a sec.." "If you want to be Wonderbolt's material you will at least have to be able to keep up with the likes of me." said Rainbow with an authoritative demeanor while staring at Thunderlane seriously and pointing at him. "Hey uh Rainbow Dash could we go down to the earth and relax for a bit I'm getting a bit sore." said Thunderlane while aching with pain on his wings. "Don't tell me your going soft on me!" "No thats not it at all! Please?" ""Sigh.." fine we can go down but, only for a few minutes" Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane landed down into the Everfree Forest where they were surrounded by cutesy animals and grassy knolls surrounding the landscape. Rainbow Dash comfortably lay on a bush while she watched Thunderlane sit down massaging his wings. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes with her hoofs on the back of her head to have them open again to find Thunderlane standing over her with a big wooden branch. Within a second Thunderlane smashed the branch on Rainbow Dash's head knocking her out. Thunderlane began to drag the now sleeping pony all the way deep into the Everfree. He made his way past the verdant green trees that stretched as far as the very top covering the blue sky. He finally arrived dragging the unconscious equine all the way to a run-down house with broken and dust encrusted windows that would scare a filly from ever entering. The home was made entirely of decaying wood and falling debris with peeled paint seeping from the unsafe walls. If one would touch the very skin of the house they would most likely gain a splinter on their hurt hoof. Thunderlane looked upon this home as if it was paradise all contained inside. "Were home honeyhoof all our dreams will finally come true!" said Thunderlane as he ran to his decrepit home like a school boy running home from school. Thunderlane pushed the door open and entered the home, the floor creaked with each step and the dragged body of the blue pegasus was making a lot of noise on the floor board. Hearing the annoying noise sting his ears, Thunderlane picked up Rainbow Dash from the floor and put her on top of his back. The inside of the home was dark but, with a flick of a switch everything became bright inside. The place was layered with old nasty furniture with dust collecting everywhere as if there was barely anywhere to breath. Thunderlane put down Rainbow Dash to finally jump into the couch for an explosion of dust that crowded the very area around him. He enjoyed the explosion as if it was a blast of confetti and rolled around in the dirty, grimy sofa. After the dust splattered all over the place, Thunderlane smiled a boyish grin and put back Rainbow on his back to continue to his basement as if he was on his honeymoon with his dear wife on his side going to their room to spend the night. He trotted to a dusty old mat and pulled it out of the way to find a cellar with a rusty handle protruding from it's surface. He pulled it to find himself giggling in anticipation and quickly stepped down the darkness of the stairs to finally pull out a light from the ceiling to brighten up the room. Inside the basement there were bear traps with blood stained in the metal teeth.
Pimple Popper Pingo PangView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesPimple Popper Pingo PangTwilight Sparkle is an amazing pony. You see, she realizes that smothering her face in burger grease was a poor idea. Currently sitting in her tree home, it is now understandable that it was a stupid idea. "But, how could it be stupid? I love Hay Burgers, and Hay Burger accessories, so its only logical for me to have pimples over my face." she said while popping a disgusting pimple. Its acne infested puss was shot over Spike. "Oh wow, Twilight Sparkle, why did you pimple your popper on me?" he said worringly. "Its because I hate you, dragons are icky and I need to pop pimples over people with puss." "Can't beat that logic, Twilight Sparkle, why don't you pop more pimples over my proper?" Twilight then popped more pimples all over his body. He scrubbed it over himself like a delicious lotion. Then, Derpy Hooves crashed through the wall. She heard the sound of pimples popping from her super sonic hearing sounds. "Oh my goodness, Twilight Sparkle, I need you to pop pimples over me too, it will be fun." said Derpy Hooves. "Of course you can join! Derpy Hooves, I have enough acne for everypony!" Soon, Twilight Sprakle popped a big pimple she was saving for this occasion. It felt nice to make Derpy a happy mare. "Oh yea you purple cunt, shoot it in my vagina." said Derpibooru. "Yea, take my sticky puss, you whorse!" said Twilight Farkle. "Pimple Proper People Ponder Positively Pun." said Spike.
WaterView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesWaterCold, wet, and silent Floatation, limpness, eyes Panic A gasp for breath, eyes searching while floating in water. Dark stones, bluish in color, there are rock patterns that lead to walkable surface from up-high the tall cave wall. Still floating in the pool of cold water, head only visible with body submerged in dark water. Behind is light reflected from outside barely carrying through the bluish cave wall. Visibility is dim, could have been better if had some stronger light source. Anger consumes, bang with hoof against the bright bluish cave wall that leads to nature. They threw me here, sent me to die a horrible death. The only pony who will care or know of my existence will be me. Not Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, or any pony from Ponyville. All of them will blindly follow that false deity. I will die in this place and no one will know the truth or care. I will die here, all alone with no pony to see my corpse or alert my family of my demise. All who dare to investigate will meet the same fate. It will never end, the lies, the deceit, nothing. Screams and more banging, loud desperate yelps to something that can't be helped. Sobbing, floating around in the pool to relax the pain. It was quiet, so very still and peaceful. How could anypony not take this opportunity to lay in the waters that felt so nice to float around. Maybe death will be swift and painless. After all she had been through, Clamor Call had lost everything. Her red mane damp and dark, floating across the surface like wet moss. Near her, a ripple sound, somewhere close. Clamor scrambled, she saw the bubble in the water and swam. Fast as she could go, each stroke from her arms splashed back at her force. She reached the tall cave wall that lead to a walkable surface, behind as she climbed, a fin emerged from the pool. Almost to the top after placing hooves on hard protrusions, the creature beneath the pool leaped from under. A large shark that came in for a bite only to taste rock and a bit from her tail. She screamed at the tug from her tail until finally making it up to the walkable surface. The ground was soft and slippery, stalactites encrusted the ceiling and the shark circled, waiting for its prey to make a mistake.
Rainbow Dash is SappyView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesRainbow Dash is SappySunshine and light, burning desire to make everything burn alive. How could anypony deal with these emotions? It sucks to have so much you want be turned into sour dust. I'm Rainbow Dash, I wanted to be the best Wonderbolt in all of the world, the tryouts I succeeded in every attempt. Until I tripped on a piece of corn and was beaten by my rival, Lightning Douche. And now I'm sitting down! In a chair! Frowning... I don't frown, I'm Rainbow Dash, I'm supposed to be awesome, "sigh" its no use. What is going on, what is that!? A pink blur? A tornado of powerful pink circling at me with power!? I must run! No, its coming to fast and my depression is weighing me down! I can't fly, this... depression my Celestia. I didn't know tornadoes existed anymore. I must not be doing my job. "Damn you Depression! You heavy hooved hammerer!" said Rainbow while lazily standing up from the park chair to meet her end. There, the wind shifted more powerfully as the tornado came quickly. Rainbow turned away and closed her eyes. "Make it quick you vicious tornado." said Rainbow with a pout. Then, a sudden quietness that felt odd and unexpected.
Snails in a bad worldView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesSnails in a bad worldIf I told you there is a meaning to life, would you believe me? Like some over complicated idea that might even convince you that its true. Nah, there isn't anything more ridiculous than searching for a deep, convoluted reason for living, right? Each race of pony had a different mentality for living. To Pegasi, its to fly! The sky is the limit, you can go wherever you want and no pony will stop you. Sure, its nice to know that those wings can get you up and high, but what happens when you get too close to the sun and burn off your wings? Now, Unicorns would think that living means understanding everything, which makes sense to the basic eye. Although, trying to conceive more unreasonable idea's can really baffle the most devout of unicorns in their precious study of magic. Well, look at what all their fussing and studying gave? Absolutely nothing of use. Up next is the hard working Earth Ponies, and how they worked each day of their life to get a meal for a day, and nothing else. Could you believe that if they stopped working, these poor saps would starve to death!? Unbelievable. I take a different approach to life, a bit similar to all three races and what they generally were famous for. The difference is there is a lot more blood, A lot more blood. This isn't some childish attempt to scare you, nor is anything I speak will dissuade you to follow my way or not. All I have is a story and its a real wild one, even in its ups and downs. In the beginning, I followed some naive idea that things could work out the Right Way. Honestly, when everything comes tumbling down, there isn't any restriction, code, or morality. When ponies have freedom to do whatever the hell they want, then you see the true face of ponies and what they really are. It never gets pretty, I learned it time and time again. And hopefully, you might learn too, I'll just make it convenient for you. Yes, convenience...
Some edgy, artsy shitView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesSome edgy, artsy shitThe sound of nature resounded heavily throughout the woods. Little crickets chirping, birds singing, and the sun glowing up high in to the sky. Twilight was sitting on a bench looking at a pond, she felt like drowning herself. What a twist, she would think to herself for the story to become interesting. She knew that there was someone watching, reading little alphabets on a screen. She knew that she is a cartoon character in a little girls show. It's weird to come to terms with that type of realization. Was she going mad or something? Where was the proof that such a thing is really happening. Staring in to the pond, her reflection stared back at her. Her eyes lined with black from all the lack of sleep she was getting. It all made sense, no wonder she had no genitalia and did episodic things. No wonder she never did anything remotely adult. She never masturbates, she never tries to get with stallions, and no pony ever gets a gruesome death. Not once in Ponyville has there been a murder or a suicide of any kind. It seems all a bit too fake. How was she supposed to have babies if she had no hole to push it out? This reality made no sense. Twilight scraped the dirt on the ground, the feeling of the sticky and cold mass against her hoof felt logical and not tampered. It felt too real to be anything remotely what she was thinking, but in some odd way, her hypothesis made sense. She didn't know what to do at this point, the weight of the information affected her mentally. Stress built up from this break against every instinctive fact, and no matter how much she thought, it would only get worse.
My Little Pony: Harmony DaysView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesMy Little Pony: Harmony DaysThe scrape of a paintbrush upon a clear canvas. A small rectangular room with one window staring out into the outside. Light shining through the illuminated room. A three pronged fan rotating from the ceiling. Three large bookcases, two sitting side by side, the last one on the other side of the room also filled to the brim with literary books. Through the window, one could see the crystal empire with bustling activity on the streets. Large wooden carriages filled with precious cargo was being pushed by crystal ponies through the gem encrusted road. Here, an artiste resides, painting a portrait from the depths of her imagination. Her name is Fever Dream, she is a unicorn pony with a flowing orange mane and black streaks beautifully circled through the vibrant locks. The body is colored like delicious white cream that would go well with any variety of milk. Her cutie mark a paintbrush that has a fan shape on its hair. She ponders cautiously at the creation in her canvas and watches intently to make her next move. Then, a sudden flurry of mixture from her mixing disk and the magically levitated brush began its quest to breath life on paper. Stroke after stroke, Fever Dream let loose the magic on the brush and let it fall to the ground. She stared at the finished product. The portrait of Lord Sombra was powerful and endearing. Him sitting atop of his golden seat with large gems etched into its frame, watching with his terrifying eyes that searched for disobedience. Nothing compared to the image of terror and dominance was that of his lordship. Even the slaves sitting on the ground next to the throne looked slightly respectable in their shoddy chains. Fever levitated the painting tools into the little bin near the canvas stand. Suddenly, a loud crash caught her attention. She went to the window to see what all the ruckus was. A destroyed cargo carriage was sitting on its side leaking apples into the floor.
Pinkamena FicView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesPinkamena FicSuch a vacant space, smelling of decaying blood and having no trace of any light. The darkness was so unbearably dark as if living inside a empty black hole. A sudden groan and then there was a loud bang of metal crashing into the floor. A squeaking came up in the quiet silence of the room. A little flame sprung out from a glass lamp atop of an old wooden table splattered with traces of blood and pieces of bone. A disheveled maned pink-pony turned the tiny turner on the glass lamp, growing the fire until there was enough light to see comfortably. Pinkamena grunted, applying her strength on the table to set herself some stability. She breathed hastily, the air so cold in the air that it chilled her lungs. She picked up the metal handle of the bright lamp with her mouth and searched her familiar surroundings. The first thing that caught her eye was the open toolbox that was filled with her instruments of horrible decapitation and general monstrosity. A few differing knifes with different purposes and hammers for breaking down matter were scattered across the floor. She first picked up the toolbox and set it atop of the table, setting it upright while leaving its top open. She went towards the floor and picked up the first knife's base to eye point. The reflection of the blade showcased her sombre self with a splotch of crusted red covering where her eye would be. She picked up the rest of the scattered blades and hammers, placing them in its allotted place. Leaving the toolbox in its place, Pinkamena looked around her room to notice her bed, locker, shovel, and refrigerator situated where they always were in the little cabin she was in.
A Take on Human in EquestriaView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesA Take on Human in EquestriaHi, my name is Hurmen Dingleberry, I was raised by muslims and was taught the art of explosions and terrorism. When I grew up and learned more about the world, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to make people explode just because I had different beliefs. So, soon, I studied under the tutelage of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs raised from the dead and went to SSMIT, which stands for Super Secret Massachusetts of Technology. Its like the normal MIT except its a lot harder and the teachers are robots. I continued my studies until I dangled upon a show. It wasn't just any show though, it had talking pastel ponies that where generally funny and cute, very cute... Soon, I joined in the incredibly dense male populated fandom of the bronies, and ho'boy did I have a rib tickling good time with the many things to do. Then, I got an idea, why not make a teleporter to Questria, the land of the free with warm honey and milk a flowin. I was ecstatic, for many weeks on weeks, with guidance from my robot overseers and inspirational quotes from zombie Steve Jobs, I finally did it. I was able to create the portal to Questria, now to test it out and maybe wooh my love, Rabow Dash, my one and only. Blue energy swirled ecstatically inside the metal ring. Hurmen looked at his creation, his fingers stained with motor oil and goat blood. Inside the deep confines in one of the hangars of SSMIT, the robots watched him with cameras and started clapping with their metal hands in amazement of his achievement far in the higher hangars of the underground college.
Artsy Pinkie Pie StoryView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesArtsy Pinkie Pie StoryPink hair flew to the sky; it was kind-of nice. The hair just floated on the air currents and landed on sandwich. The meal was sitting in front, a delicious looking green flower inside two sets of thin white bread. A entire emptiness of white was around, there was nothing to bother. I feel a draft through something, but I don't know what it is. It was something near my head and that was it. Now time to eat my sandwich, was it mine? I don't know. A feeling of water was dripping on my hind. Don't know why, don't care, just care about sandwich. Now there is screaming and a battle cry coming. Loud beeping in my head and it won't stop with a hint of something aggressive. Suddenly a quick scream, then I do something and I don't know what it is. The scream stops, I'm happy now and I can continue with my sandwich. I pick up my sandwich and take a bite on it. It tastes like copper and something squishy and soft. Then, I feel something hard on my teeth. Open my lips and feel bad in my mouth, it doesn't taste natural. Spit out the copper liquid and throw the hard thing away. Hear a loud crunch of the hard thing breaking. Looks like it hit some pony or something. How do I know? There was a loud noise again like before from somepony. More loud noises coming from all over. I just want another sandwich, they taste bad, but I want more. Somepony steps closer, feels weird because she is bad, I like bad sometimes. What is she saying? I'mma try to make it out. Pink---- pl---- st---, yo-- ki--- s-- ma--- po---! What did she say? Eh, I'mma eat my sandwich. Its hard to pull from this pony but they taste bad and I like bad sometimes. It finally got released, sounded like a ripping of tree bark. That reminds me, I used to eat from trees and they had apples, they were good. They came from someones farm, don't remember. Gonna take a bite from this now. Tastes the same as before, I thought the color would make it different. I'm sad now, I just want to eat a good sandwich and this doesn't taste very nice. I get up, gonna try somewhere else now. When did the ground become so wet? What does the ground taste like? I'mma try it, see for myself. Tastes like copper again and I don't understand why, but I'm going to take a walk. Where am I going? Maybe there is something over there, if I just keep walking enough. Oh wait, its all white, never mind. Something is touching my arm, what is it? It's something thats not white and instead its another color, purple. A pony? Who is this pony? She is purple, I think she is somepony I know, but I can't describe... Wait a minute, she's trying to say something. What could it be? Pl--- S---!
Meta StoryView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesMeta StoryThe Faggot Born sat idly in his chair waiting for something to cross his mind. He looked at his computer screen as his iron armor shined delightfully across the plastic of the computer. He typed in his password and his username and it logged into the interface of MlhFiction. There was the usual picture of Obama in a bunny suit walking throughout the Western Forest like in the show with the logo on the left corner. He clicked on his notifications and only viewed one on his latest story, The Eighth Element. He scrolled down the story and viewed a user, Homo-sapien with the picture of a meme of The Russian Prime-minister doing a cute thing. Faggot Born looked upon the comment and shuddered dreadfully, for it said that the story sucked balls. OMG, an eighth element? How terrible is that. Faggot Born could not stress his displeasure, only with a horrible scream and a hastily made reply. You just don't understand my craft, you are just a hater. Faggot Born scrolled down and clicked the delete post button on the users comment. He gave a self-satisfied grunt with it gone. Suddenly, Faggot Born refreshed the page and saw a new notification and he glee'd with joy. Faggot clicked on it and saw a new comment on his story. OmG, this is like really bad, you need a proofreader omg! Faggot couldn't believe his eyes, he looked up towards the like's and dislike's and saw around 27 downvotes with 1 like. He screamed on the top of his lungs a horrible battle-cry and then sobbed furiously while he put his hand on his saddened face. A sudden sound venerated from his computer and he looked to see that someone sent him a message. He clicked on the little mail and it was sent by someone known as unknown. Dear, ---------- The prophecy has come, you are The Faggot Born! Destined to get all the way and become fanfiction famous! Read this carefully Faggot Born for you have the power of the written voice! You must tap into it by saying these three words! For they are specifically tailored to you. The Holy Words are Fag Go Write! Scream them on top of your lungs and you will write a story worthy of My Little Queen Elizabeth. I believe in you.
Twilight SparklexBarnes and Nobles ClopView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesTwilight SparklexBarnes and Nobles ClopTwilight Sparkle was relaxing on her couch watching her brand new television. She was flipping channels until she made it in to a movie she liked about Stallion on Stallion romance. During the movie, It got cut off from a commercial. She lazily watched the commercial not in the mood to change the channel. In the commercial, a pony with completely green color scheme and glasses emerged. "Hi there! Do you like to fucking read a whole bunch of stories like a faggot!" Twilight's eyes flared up with interest, she got up from the chair in anticipation. "Great here's the place just for you!" Then images of books, books, shelves, and more books appeared before the Television screen. Twilight was exasperating from excitement. She could not contain herself any longer and began to masturbate. "Come to Barnes and Nobles! The place where faggots like you go to read and buy shit!" Twilight Sparkle upon finishing the commercial orgasmed fluids all over the Television screen all the way from her couch. She closed her eyes, the orgasm was so powerful that it knocked her out stone cold. The next day, Twilight Sparkle traveled all the way to Barnes and Nobles right next to Sugar Cube Corner and it really made its presence known at the size of it. Twilight was fascinated beyond belief and could not wait to read from the store so she quickly ran in only to see the scope of the store first hand. There were books, lots of books, and a whole bunch of ponies reading, which was exciting to the max. Twilight Sparkle could barely contain herself, Her face was locked in astonishment and she was getting all sweaty. She also unbeknownst herself pissed and shat all over the floor from entering the store first hand. Twilight ran around crazily and grabbed some books where she started to sniff each of the books one at a time trying to remember their scent. Twilight Sparkle rubbed the books all over her body imagining they hard arms and legs and were going to fuck her. Twilight Sparkle got so aroused by this fantasy that she got on top of a bookshelf and began to masturbate with the edge. Her tongue was sticking out and her iris was flaring about as she felt the bookshelf please her. "Bookshelf! Bookshelf!! I love you!" screamed Twilight Sparkle to her inanimate lover. She continued to hump furiously until she screamed and got all the books wet. Then after falling into her books from high on the shelf she started to read like a mad mare. She would read books and lick them whenever she got into her favorite part. She would massage the page with her marehood over and over just to feel what the story was like. Then, she would cream all over and scream like a banshee. All the while everypony completely ignored her because they all did the same thing on their first time and when ponies would watch Twilight do her sexual book ritual they would feel nostalgic.
MLP x Aqua Teen Hunger Force CrossoverView OnlineAforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished StoriesMLP x Aqua Teen Hunger Force CrossoverScootaloo was dancing around in her party where there in some pony started to dance with her and stuff. This somepony was no ordinary pony though because he was a sexy colt pony who decided eh what the hell, I'll dance with this bitch. So then they began to dance on the dance floor of Scoot's Quincinceara and it was so cute as everyone watched them do the dugy. They continued to dance and stare at each other's eyes for the love that was forming between them but, only in its birth. After the music ended the bluish colored hot colt pony with a yellow mane began to curtsy in front of the woman of his dreams. Then the two walked off into her room where they then began to fuck each other furiously as if they were having sex for the first time. The colt pony pounded her like a motor piston in a race car in Nascar racing to be first to the finish. They then slept together soundly as an unexpected visitor came to the room.... "Is the coast clear?" said Master Shake from Aqua Teen Hunger Force as he lurked with his eyes upon Scootaloo's room. "Yes I believe we may summon Mega Ultra Chicken in here." said the Chicken Shaman. The two crept silently into the room to find the two horses sleeping soundly unbeknownst to their position. The Chicken Shaman raised his stick and began to chant "Arise Chicken Arise!". He continued to do this for a few minutes yet nothing happened even when he made a hole in the ground by banging his chicken stick really hard on it. "What the hell? I payed you a lot of money to turn this pony into a ginormous monster chicken!" whispered Master Shake as he watched the two ponies sleep. "It's not my fault that the Mega Ultra Chicken reincarnation does not want to rise." said the Chicken Shaman. "I am going to bang that stick all over your head if you don't give me what I payed for." said Master Shake. "Oh I'd like to see you try." said The Chicken Shaman. Master Shake tackled The Chicken Shaman where they began to fight each other. Master Shake wrung out his samurai sword to then slash at The Chicken Shaman furiously. The Chicken Shaman expertly deflected all attacks that Shake threw at him then banged his chicken staff right on Shake's straw. Then they stopped instantly to hear the slumbering pony shake in her bed in discomfort. They stood still to watch her shift in bed only to see her regain position on her bed.