Author's Note
An awful collab between a person who will not be named.
Btw its a parody you fucking autists.
Go be butt hurt to someone who cares.
Donald dump for president 2016 -2024
Election Day
"Woohoo, Hillary has got this in the bag!" cried Harold the Liberal as he tossed a wad of "I'm with Her" buttons to his party guests, "there is literally no way the host of Celebrity Apprentice can win against [FIRST FEMALE PRESIDENT] in 2016!"
"Wow, nice self-censorship Harold," complimented Carl, as he handed out rice Krispy treats with "sorry for being white" written crudely in frosting on them to the PoC party guests.
"Yeah I just figured I'd get a head start since that's what we're going to be calling Queen Hillary from now on."
"I can't believe someone who isn't a cis white male is about to be president!" cried Donna, the "plus size" woman of the group. I put "plus size" in quotes because really she's just fat. Newsflash kids at home, if you have trouble telling your cunt from your fat folds, you aren't plus size, you're a health and safety violation. Yes, it is possible to be big and sexy, I'm into big girls myself, but my god people there's a limit unless you're extremely black.
"Hey turn up CNN so we can see how our next president is doing!"
Harold obliged.
"Well CNNMan, looks like Hillary's got this in the bag so far." said a confident newswoman as she gleefully spun in her chair.
"Yes CNNWoman, we've gotten a whopping 0.7% of the votes in, with Hillary topping Trump at 50.1% of the votes, and based on those numbers we're estimating a clean sweep for Hillary. That means every single electoral vote will be going to her, including Alabama, that inbred hick shithole."
Harold and his intentionally diverse group of party guests all group hugged, right after signing consent forms to make sure none of them were being raped. Then they all sat back, singing songs about how great Marx was as they strummed away on their ukuleles.
"This just in, Trump has won the Electoral Vote in a near landslide."
Immediately all hell broke loose, as everyone at the party lost their collective shit. Carl was babbling like a maniac in the arms of his wife and her boyfriend while his wife's son, Jamal, looked on in horror. Donna had managed to successfully die of a heart attack before she'd heard the news, Harold was literally shaking right now, and everyone else was making picket signs that read 'Kill all Whites" for their upcoming peaceful protest.
Suddenly Carl began to spasm violently, as his skin began to shift and roil against itself. He could feel his Adam's apple grow, and he knew exactly what was happening.
"Honey, Adonde, I need you two to take Jamal and get out of here as fast as you can," cried Carl as he let out a horrifying screech, "AAAAUUUGH!"
"Hubby what's wrong?" asked his wife.
"It's...my... PRIVILEEEEEGE!!!" he screamed as his inner white cis male took over, compelling him to oppress everyone in the room.
Carl immediately grabbed his wife's boyfriend Adonde and bit his head in half with his now perfect, straight white teeth. Adonde fell to the ground as a foul-smelling black puddle oozed it's way out of what was left of his skull like cold, rotten molasses.
"Day one in Trump's America!" Screamed Harold, "You did this white people, yoouu diiid thiiiis!"
Unfortunately for the entire party, Harold's screams had gotten Carl's attention, and he turned and lumbered toward them, raping mother Earth every time his privileged feet touched the ground.
"It's ok guys, I know what to do." said Harold as he put on a pair of ruby slippers, "everybody take my hand."
"But, the consent forms."
"THERE'S NO TIME!"
So everyone linked hand in hand with Harold as he tapped his heels together.
"There's no Safe Space™ like home, there's no Safe Space™ like home, there's no Safe Space™ like home."
Suddenly, a ball of blue light surrounded Harold, not because his ritual had worked, but for a much more plausible reason. Harold was literally shaking right now, at a rate so incredible, it was tearing apart the fabric of space and time.
Carl lunged, but before he could make contact, Harold was engulfed by the ball of light, and when it dissipated, Harold was gone.
From Harold's point of view there was a lot of blue, more than usual in fact despite his home planet's surface being mostly covered in water.
"Well at least it isn't white," said Harold with relief, "white is so overrepresented amongst electromagnetic vortexes."
Beyond the blue he could see everything happening in ultra slow motion. His friends were being eviscerated by Carl at .05 times normal speed, which Harold found both interesting and sickening. As he observed the situation from his safety bubble however, he noticed that everything he saw was becoming gradually more misshapen.
Everything twisted into a sick, pretzel-like shape, as Harold's reality reshaped and recolored until Harold was surrounded by several miles of snow, and snow-covered houses.
Harold was mortified by the scene. Everywhere he looked he saw nothing but straight, white snow.
"OH GOD NO!" cried Harold as he literally shook right now, "snow is the worst of all types of weather. All this...WHITE...ice, smothering these brown buildings with privilege."
"Uh are you alright, whatever you are?" Came a sweet, womanly voice.
"Did you just assume that voice's gender?"
Uh look Harold, I already know who it is. Trust me, she's a woman.
"A WHITE woman?" Harold asked, spitting out the word "white" as though it were laced with cyanide.
Purple actually.
"Purple? What the fuck?" Harold turned to the source of the voice, only to find himself face to face with a small purple horse.
"Hi there, my name is Twilight Sparkle, what's yours?" She self-introduced as she held out a hoof.
"Harold..."
"Well Harold you look quite cold, you should follow me to my home. I'll get you some hot cocoa, and then you can tell me just what in the world you are." Replied Twilight with a friendly smile.
Harold eyed Twilight's still-extended hoof nervously.
"It's a hoofshake, do they not do that where you're from?"
"No, we do, just...do I have permission to touch it?"
"It's a hoofshake."
"That wasn't my question," replied Harold as a cold sweat slowly rolled down his face.
"Yes you have permission to touch my hoof."
Harold sighed in relief and clasped Twilight's hoof in his clammy hands, gently shaking it.
"Thank you for your consent, I was worried I might have been raping you for a second."
Twilight's pupils dilated as she stared worriedly at the hoof she'd just allowed into what may very well be the genitals of this brand new creature. Eventually however, after looking at yet another worried expression on Harold's face, she decided to ignore it for the time being.
" Whatever this thing is, it's incredibly skittish, thought Twilight to herself as she motioned for it to follow.
They trudged to Twilight's castle almost silently, Twilight preferring to wait until she could have Spike transcribe the conversation, while Harold was deathly opposed to talking to a woman out of turn.
"Criminy, you live in a castle?"
"Yeah, I used to live in a tree, but one thing lead to another and now I'm the Princess of Friendship."
"Wait, your country DOESN'T have democratically elected leaders? DISGUSTING, PATRIARCHAL! I'm going to have a serious talk with your king."
"Oh we don't have one of those, Princess Celestia rules over all of Equestria," lectured Twilight absentmindedly as she unlocked and opened her front door, "while Luna pretends to be her equal despite the whole country having been better off without her for literally a thousand years. Spiikke, I need you to come here and transcribe my interview with a new species. I'm entrusting you to write down complex biological terms even though you couldn't spell "brink" in episode one!"
"Oh your leader is a woman? That's okay then," replied Harold as he stopped literally shaking right now, "I was worried we weren't living in a matriarchal utopia. Men are the worst."
"So you hate men?"
"No, I'm a feminist, I believe in equality."
"Awesome, I'm getting mixed signals, which is fine I guess, but could you please wait til Spike is here to write them down?"
By this time they had reached the throne room, and a few seconds later Spike came waddling in with a quill and parchment.
"Fantastic, now then, I suppose we'll start with basic questions. I intend to find out more about you through observation, in as organic a way as possible, but for now let's start with some simple questions."
"Sounds good to me."
Twilight grinned giddily, not only was the person before her an entirely new species, but it was incredibly cooperative as well. In fact, she even had to cover her mouth with her hooves to keep from laughing excitedly.
"Alrighty, well first question, what species are you?"
"Well I'm a human."
"Biological classification?"
"Homo sapien."
"Interesting," said Twilight as she watched to make sure Spike was getting all this, "and how does your species breed?"
"However the fuck we want!" Said Harold defensively, "it's 2016, are you trying to tell me that we can't breed with whoever we want in what is literally the current year?"
"Uhh, no," replied Twilight cautiously, "if you're referring to homosexual couples, in Equestria we do not treat them any differently. Love is the greatest form of Friendship to us, and Friendship knows no gender."
Harold wiped his forehead with a damp cloth.
"I can't believe it, I might actually be in heaven, I'm not even literally shaking right now at all despite my self-diagnosed chronic anxiety," Thought Harold to himself.
"Well Harold, tell me a little bit about where you're from."
"It was a disgusting, alt-right, neoconservative filthhole! Everywhere you look racism, sexism, cisnormativity. The white man raped every other race and gender with a tyranny most foul. All of our problems were pretty much their fault. I actually teleported here after our country literally elected Hitler as president. I'm basically an undocumented citizen. That's cool right?" Harold inquired with a cocked eyebrow and a slight literal shake right now.
"That should be fine. We don't really have an immigration system in Equestria, we can pretty much live wherever, it just happens that most of the sentient beings on the planet live with each other, but they're free to move at any time."
Harold's eyes watered up, while at the same time, a smile broke out upon his face, confusing him deeply.
"I feel so happy, but why am I crying?" thought Harold to himself, "it kinda stings."
"Well anything else I could find out about your species I'd prefer to discover in as organic a manner as possible, so for now I guess just do whatever. You can stay here in the castle until you find a place of your own. You may want to get a job."
Harold's eyes became tiny pinpricks.
"You live in a capitalistic society?"
"Ehhh, sort of. We don't evenly distribute wealth, but occupation is second nature to our species. We literally have a magical symbol that tells us what job we should have. That said, we'd never let somepony starve, there are several government programs that keep our less lucky citizens fed and sheltered."
Once again, Harold smiled and shed a tear.
"It's actually getting a bit late Harold, I'll take you to a guest room."
As they walked, Harold realized something very peculiar.
"Twilight you do know I told you I teleported here, right?"
"Oh yes, why?"
"Do you not find that weird?"
"Not really," replied Twilight as she teleported to a nearby door, "I can do that too. Anyway, this will be your room temporarily, I'd give you the one with its own bathroom, but my prisoner is using it, so you'll have to go use the one down the hall and to the left, should be the first door."
"Prisoner?"
"Yeah, she's staying with me until she can be reintegrated into pony society. We believe in reform over punishment."
"Oh, ok," replied Harold shakily, "good night Twilight."
"Good night Harold," replied Twilight with a smile.
Once Harold's door was closed he started panting uncontrollably. He made his way over to the mirror, which was effectively every surface since the house was made of crystal, and looked into his own eyes.
"You did it Harold, you escaped a fascist regime and stumbled into paradise. There's a good chance you'll never have to complain about anything ever again."
Harold turned from the mirror and flopped onto the comfy bed, before bundling up under the blankets and drifting off to sleep, and he wasn't even literally shaking right now.
He can't keep getting away with it
“Harold, breakfast is ready!”
Harold opened his eyes slowly, then shot them open. He dashed to the mirror, and noted that he looked a little pale, which caused him to literally shake just a little bit. Instantly the color returned to his face.
“That was weird,“ said Harold to himself, “I may need to find a job if I want to avoid having that dreaded skin color. At the very least I should find an excuse to go outside. “
Harold picked at his melanoma as he walked down the royal stairs, to the royal foyer, and entered the royal kitchen.
“Hello Harold, how was your sleep?” asked a grinning Twilight with her syrup-covered mouth. She was seated at the end of the table opposite him, every part of her body obscured except her wide- eyed face, by a giant stack of pancakes with a side of-
“BACON!” screamed Harold, his body starting to literally shake right now, “you mean to tell me you sick freaks eat meat?”
Twilight eyed Harold warily and pointed at the bacon, her hoof coming out from behind her behemoth breakfast.
“Of course not Harold, we're ponies, silly,” said Twilight, “The bacon is made out of hay.”
Harold stopped shaking immediately and grinned.
“Well alrighty then, “ Harold chimed as he sat down at the table.
“Spike should be in with your breakfast soon. I'm glad you don't eat meat, that saves us some trouble,” garbled Twilight through a mouthful of succulent fluffy disks of cake, “I hope you don't mind me prying, but you're rather skittish, has a doctor ever diagnosed you with anxiety?”
“No, I did.”
“You did what?”
“I diagnosed myself.”
“You're a doctor?”
“No I-”
“Pancakes are all ready,” said Spike as he carried two plates of pancakes and hay bacon.
Harold sniffed his breakfast, enjoying the scent of maple, hay, and...meat? No, couldn't be, ponies don’t eat meat. Harold squinted and pushed his nose closer to his plate.
Sniff
No, the scent wasn't coming from his plate. It couldn't be Twilight, she doesn't eat meat. But lizards do.
Harold leaned over and shoved his nose towards Spike’s plate, taking a huge sniff as Twilight and Spike stared, nonplussed.
“YOUR BACON IS MADE OF MEAT!” screamed Harold in Spike’s face.
“Well yeah,” interjected Twilight, “Spike is a dragon. Meat contains vital nutrients he literally needs to survive.”
“B-b-b-But don't you know animals die when you eat them?” cried Harold.
“Well actually Spike used to eat bugs, but I found that to be disgusting. Now we recycle some of our aborted young by feeding it to him.”
I found that notion to be highly offensive, and frankly I think it ruined an otherwise cute, amateur attempt at social commentary.
^Yeah nice try idiot, you can't try to escape criticism by ironically being politically ignorant.
^Wow man, way to lampshade.
“Gasp,” gasped Harold, “abortions and recycling? Those are my favorite hobbies!”
Harold sat back down and dug into his now mostly soggy breakfast, while Twilight dabbed 
at the corners of her mouth with her handkerchief, leaving globs of sticky syrup still stuck to the top and bottom of her mouth.
“By the way Twilight, “ mumbled Harold through a mouthful of succulent fluffy pancakes “I need to get outside a lot, do you have a suggestion for a job or some things to do throughout the day if I decide to be a government leech?”
“Hmm, well Apple Jack could probably use a hand on the farm. And farms are outside!” chuckled Twilight.
“Hmm, sounds neat, I'll give it a shot.”
“But my joke about hands.”
“Alright let's go!” said Harold once he’d finished his meal. So he and Twilight headed off to Cute Apple Acres to get Harold a job.
“Hi AppleJack, it's me, Twilight,” yelled Twilight at her friend, “this is my new friend Harold! HE'S AN ALIEN WHOAAAAA!”
“Ah’m pleased ta meet ya.” said AppleJack as she extended a hoof.
Harold immediately broke out in hives.
“Uh, are ya ok...Harold raight?”
“Sorry,” said Harold as he took an antihistamine, “I’ve been self-diagnosed with an allergy toward southern accents.”
“That's- “
“So like, are you a huge bigot?”
“Pardon?” asked AppleJack, feeling a bit overstimulated mentally.
“AppleJack really doesn't differ from myself politically all that much. She is adamantly supportive towards pro-farm legislation, while I am moderately supportive of pro-farm legislation. That's about it.”
“It's caused so many fights.” moaned AppleJack forlornly.
“Anyway, AppleJack , Harold is new here, and he needs a job that has him outdoors for whatever reason. You think he could help you with anything?”
“Sure, It's not like I'm barely getting by on a good season of cider, I obviously have the money to support this potentially useless stranger, follow me, Harold.”
So Harold and AppleJack trudged down the path toward the barn, squinting suspiciously at each other the whole time.
“So an idiot might have you pick apples, but those hands of yours are much better for cleaning up shit. Shovel up all this pig manure and toss it in the compost heap.” grunted AppleJack, showing Harold the shovel he’d be using.
Once AppleJack left him to his devices, Harold began devising a master plan.
There's no way this country bumpkin is as progressive as Twilight says, I'll get her to slip up, somehow.
Harold slithered his way through the manure field and over to AppleJack's house, sneaking in through an open window. He tiptoed his way through the large house, reaching the door to the basement.
“There's probably a gay in here being held prisoner.”
He snuck down the stairs and peeked into the basement, only to see an almost empty concrete room with only three apples on the floor.
Harold scratched his head and walked up the stairs, only to run into Big Mac and AppleJack.
“What’re you doin’ in here?” asked AppleJack angrily.
Unfortunately for her, Harold had a contingency plan, and immediately started making out with Big Macintosh.
“Mmm Mwah mwah mwah,” kissed Harold, “I'm kissing another man, AppleJack, am I fired yet you bigoted homophobe?”
“Stop making out on the job and shovel shit,” cried AppleJack.
“You don't care that I'm gay kissing your brother?”
“I mind that yer not outside doin’ what I done told ya ta do.”
Harold grinned and went back outside.
“I can't believe it, even the rednecks here won't fire me for being fake gay. I must be in heaven.” chirped Harold while he shoveled shit onto the Compost Heap.
After a few hours, Harold had shoveled all the shit. He wiped his brow and marveled at his disgusting job.
“Well I'll be farmed, you did pretty well.” said AppleJack.
“Yeah, any other jobs for me, or am I off for the day?”
“Get it? I said farmed instead of darned. Oh well, yer done fer the day.”
Harold fucked off back to Twilight’s house.
“Hey Twilight stop raping Spike.”
“Men can't be raped, and I'm not even doing anything.”
“God I love this place. Any other recommendations?”
“Oh, I guess we could go to Pinkie’s.”
So Harold and Twilight dawdled their way to Sugarcube Corner, with only periodical questions from wary citizens.
“They seem to be taking this whole ‘new species’ thing quite well.”
“Well when your entire town is under constant turmoil you stop sweating the small stuff. Daisy’s house has come to life and tried to smash her to death. Like she'd care about some new guy being escorted around.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
“We also have a ‘no racism’ policy. So people pretty much just avoid immigrants altogether. “
“Racism is illegal here?” asked Harold excitedly.
“Not illegal per se, but if you post so much as one mean thing online that could be considered racist, sexist, or really offensive at all there are social consequences.”
“Interesting.”
Twilight nodded and pulled in front to open the door to Sugarcube Corner.
Immediately Harold was assaulted with an otherworldly amount of streamers. Triggered and suffering from multiple panic attacks. Harold literally shaked as a pink blur raped his personal bubble.
"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, and oh my gosh your tall! what's your name, do you like parties, I should throw you a party. Do you like cupcakes, Huh, Huh, Huh?!!"
Harold fell to the ground curling into a ball as tears of fear drippled down his face. Think happy thoughts, Harold mentally thought. As he envisioned his girlfriend being railed by a disenfranchised person of colour. Above him the pink horse had paused to take in the shaking man.
"uhh is he okay, is he hurt, oh my gosh should I call for someone?" Pinkie asked tilting her head.
"No he is just having a hard time trying to cope with everything that has happened." Twilight replied gently prodding the prone man who was prone.
Harold who was half way in his fantasy felt his world freeze as he heard one of his 300 trigger words. The word "cope" echoed around his head as the closet he was hiding in turned grainy, losing all colour. Suddenly no longer was his beloved plus sized Lard arsed girlfriend being ravaged by a noble person of colour but instead was being literally raped by Donald Trump. His tiny hands grabbing her as he whispered sweet nothings about embargos on China and building walls. His promises to deport minorities bringing Harold to his knees.
"You will never win Orange Hitler" Harold Ejaculated. Donald Trump turning with a sinister smile.
"First I'll get the Russians to hack your democracy ensuring that I continue to win. Then I'll declare war on the gays and the Mexicans and China. And there is nothing you can do to stop me" Donald declares his pants around his ankles as he continues to literally depower his strong feminist, vegan, 'buzzwords' girlfriend.
"Witness my power! Grabber of 1000 Pussies!" Trump calls out whilst gesticulating. From behind, Tiny Ben Shapiro appears. A powerful glint in his eye as Harold is blasted backwards by the man's shout of "facts don't care about your feelings." Harold recoils his only weakness logic and facts as well as hazelnuts. Defeated he can only watch as his beloved Ford escort sized xirfriend is ravished by the orange menace.
"N-n-not my president" he weakly moaned as he found himself back in the real world the two horses looking at him with confusion. Pinkie gently poking him with a stick as Twilight tried to get the shaking human back on his feet. Nightmarish visions of Christians and unlicenced Nintendo emulators haunting his visage. Weakly getting back to his feet Harold accepted a glass of milk from Pinkie taking a sip as his eyes narrowed.
"Uh is this vegan approved milk?" Harold questioned his hands shaking as Pinkie cocked her head to the side.
"i'm not sure about Vegan approved, but the cows happily allow Apple horse to milk them in exchange for apples if that helps." Twilight interjected her face grimacing as Harold hands redoubled their shaking. For he had tunned out most of what she had said. His mind fixating on the fact that poor innocent poor cows had been violated for their milk. His breath coming out in ragged pants as the glass slips from his grasp. he had consumed non vegan milk, he was an accessory in the suffering of bovines. Harold felt another trigger® coming on.
Today was going to be a long day. Twilight mentally sighed watching the man spasm on the ground. Pinkie redoubling her poking with a stick approach.
Author's Note
This story was mostly finished and I decided to just throw shit at the wall and see what stuck. Enjoy or don't, fuck you.
