HORSEMASK!!! In Equestria

With a saunter that rivalled Deadpool himself a pair of legs in a taunt red suit appeared on screen to reveal a tight young ass, rivalling that of a young and fresh virgin's, before a man turned down to face the screen. "Oh hey, I'm sure you're wondering how I got here," he started, the voice clearly that of the sexiest man alive, Ryan Reynolds, before suddenly collapsing to the floor as the voice of Morgan Freeman came forth. "This is not your place, Mister Pool, get your own crappy Human in Equestria story." The screen panned up to reveal a man in a flawlessly beautiful suit, which many people would ask for the tailor of, and a glorious rendition of a horse in mask form. The man was singing n the most beautiful voice that had ever graced the ears of man kind, "I'm never gonna give you up."

Mister Pool started sobbing, "My family jewels, how could you hit my family jewels."

The man in the suit changed songs, "Ah AH AH AH, staying alivvvvvvvvvvvvve!!!!" as the man in the taunt red suit vanished and it behind the man was a large town full of various small multicolored ponies. Scattered across each building were various posters, from that of a glorious green ogre to those of Rick Astley, god of music himself. At the center of the town, where Horse Mask himself stood was a marble statue of pure white of the God of Music in the nude, splayed out like one of your French girls.

Horse Mask gently placed a grape in the statue's mouth and nodded sagely, before turning around to face the group of ponies. "Go forth my disciples and preach thee of the way of our god!" Several of the ponies let out a battle cry, a loud screech like a pterosaur the noblest of creatures, and galloped out of the town, leaving Horse Mask alone with the tumbleweeds and Jake, from Statefarm. Jake said something about khakis and handed a pair to Horse Mask before waltzing out of town.

Horse Mask nodded, the eyes of his mask closing as his glorious baritone voice came forth, "A good man." He said as he turned and placed his hand on the statue. Before him a tiny statue of a man with an ornate sun lifted it's arms and with a cry of "PRAISE THE SUN" Horse Mask disappeared. Once he had disappeared the tiny statue started chanting sun, it's gold form reflecting the very light of the glorious sun itself.

In a castle far off from the town itself, very ornate but lacking in any form of true art and culture, Horse Mask materialized before one many ponies had often claimed to be a god. Her form was of an alabaster color, unlike the color of the true sun itself and Horse mask hummed loudly as he waltzed towards her. Despite this, she remained ignorant to the image of sheer beauty behind her and moped loudly as she stared at the glass form of the moon.

He stared past her at the glorious form of the sun, a brilliant form stared back as she moped. Many knew the form that graced the world that morning, a young canine with white and golden fur stared back down at the man. He nodded and spoke, "Heckin bamboozled" came forth the sheer glory of the baritone voice. The false sun turned around, the sound of a young man as if it had come from Alexa, the daughter of the god of music, let out a yelp of pain and death.

The white horse stared at him for a moment before speaking, her horrifically awful vocal cords letting out a sound that should have never graced his ears. Despite the heresy before him, Horse Mask allowed her to speak. "Who are you? Where did you come from?" The strange horse, a terrible recreation of the sun on her flank, stared into the mask. For all in that it's beauty was, she let out a grimace at it, for it harmed her eyes.

"I am the one come to relieve you ponies of your uncultured ways," he spoke the truth, for it did not matter to him what such a pitiful creature though of him. Lies for the cultured, the truth was all that was needed here. He raised a statue of the One True God and nodded, giving her a flop of his mask. This much was obvious to any of true intelligence. She stared at him as though he had lied, for her simple and tiny mind could not handle such absolute glory and pure honesty. His pure innocence was far too powerful for her and she let out a sigh.

"I see," she answered, her tone portrayed her angst. She turned back to the moon, a single tear falling down her face for she could not deny the power of the very form she had seen. The alicorn suddenly started sobbing, shocking the man in all his glory. Crying women, that was something he was used to. Many women could not handle his power, this much he was used to. The fact she suddenly did this shocked him but he nodded sagely once more.

"What is wrong False Sun?" he asked, his baritone voice causing her ears to flatten. The princess let out another sigh and wiped her horrible looking face of the tears, making it look far worse than it had before. The horse was, in Horse Mask's eyes, the ugliest monstrosity he had ever seen in his long life. She had no true beauty and no true glory to her form. This was the way of the false sun, he saw, and he shook his head.

"I once had a sister," she began to speak, causing him to flop the mask to the side as he winced, but she seemed to take it as a nod. "She was younger than me, and like me, she took charge of the day and night, though she took the moon."

"I see," he answered, flopping the mask to face her once more. She once again flinched, shocked by it's beauty.

"She was by my side for so long," tears graced her face, causing Horse Mask to finally look at her now that he could tolerate her face. "But, she finally snapped, she couldn't take the way the ponies treated the night and I was forced to send her away."

"I see," he nodded, a single tear falling from the face. With a slow deliberate reach of his arm, he patted her head and removed a small cylinder from behind her ear. A glowing blue light shone from it and he continued, "Alexa, this is so sad," he placed the box on the floor, "play despacito." The blue light blinked and the very ground began to shake as a glorious pair of voices rose forth, they were the children of the god of music himself.

Ay, ¡Fonsi! ¡D.Y.!Ohhh, oh, no, oh, no, ohHey, yeah!Dididiri Daddy, go!

The horse blinked, her shock at such sheer absolute beauty from such a small box evident. She stared at the box before his voice came forth from behind her. "So, I heard you missed the moon." Once she faced him, Horse Mask had bent over and his hands held his now open cheeks, "This is the story of when I was just a filly and the sun was going down!!"

She stared at his naked and glorious cheeks, the hair revealing a brilliant brown eye as he spoke. With a puff of air a wondrous smell graced her nostrils and she blinked in shock, it smelled like delicious cake.