The Storm of Feces

Shitstorm woke the fuck up. Man, life was a piece of shit. A constant-swirling, never-ending torrent of misery.

Shitstorm knew the saying “sometimes life will just shit on you” only too well, considering the poor fucknut never had good luck. His Cutie Mark was a pile of shit with AIDS-infested semen dribbled on top of it, along with a burnt four-leaf clover and a dead black cat.

His brown pelt shivered. He didn't want to wake up. He wanted to stay asleep forever, because if he was asleep, nothing could hurt him.

Shitstorm was a pegasus that couldn't fly because he was fucked up. He smelled rather bad, like human shit, and he had AIDS because of his mother contracted it when she was knocked up. He began to cry, his heart felt like it was being strangled by Bernice, their human housekeeper from the Portal of Dickfuck McShitjizz.

“Hrmrmrmmrrm you fuggin' BITCH!”

Shitstorm stopped sobbing and recognized the angry voice. It was, ironically, Bernice herself.

Shitstorm stepped out of his room, and slowly paced down the hall into his livingroom to see what exactly was going on. There, he saw Bernice slamming her just-conceived baby by the umbilical cord into his mother's head.

“TAKE IT YOU SHITCRUNCH!” Bernice howled.

“What is going on!?” Shitstorm cried over the baby and his mother's wails.

Bernice scowled as her baby fell off of the chord, dead. She then stabbed a knife into Shitstorm's mother's throat and smashed through the window, making a mad dash through Ponyville.

“Mom... Mom!” Shitstorm cried. He rushed over to his mother as his tears splashed onto her face.

Blood was spilling quickly over her pelt, and the light in her eyes began to slow dim. “Shitstorm...” she croaked.

“Yes? What is it mom? Oh mom, what is it!?” Shitstorm wailed.

Blood was bubbling in her mouth, causing her speech to be garbled. “I fucking hate you... *grugkle*... I always fucking... *errjkk*.... did...” she moaned. Shitstorm continued to embrace her as she slowly gave up the ghost.

“Mom... Mom... Are you... Are you there? C'mon... C'mon, mom... Say something...” Shitstorm paused for a moment, allowing the burning hot tears to well in his eyes. “Please, don't go! Say something! Please! PLEAAAAASE! DON'T GO MOM! MOM! MOMMY, NO! MOMMY NO, MOMMY NO! MOMMY NO... NOO... NOOOOOO!!! MOMMY! COME BACK, PLEASE!!!” Shitstorm screamed.  He stuffed his muzzle into her lifeless body and continued to wail.

He quickly began to recuperate, however, as anger filled his young eyes. He would have his revenge!

Shitstorm jumped through the broken window after Bernice, sadly leaving a large gash in his side. He fought against the pain and ran as fast as he could. They should have never taken a human in. Ever since they came through the Portal of Dickfuck McShitjizz, they acted like they already knew of this town, calling themselves “Bronies.” They went on really cliché adventures, often calling them “Human in Equestria” stories, which apparently were really overdone and had no originality whatsoever.

As he zoomed through town square, he saw Bernice a little ways ahead of him. He was going to catch her... He was going to--

“UGH! FUCK YEAH!” Twilight Sparkle screamed as she orgasmed, causing her splooge to slam into Shitstorm's face. The impact was so great he fell over on the ground, writhing in pain.

“Take it, you Slithering Ghonnera Pimplefuck!” Twilight Sparkle smiled. She and her friends, commonly called “The Trampy Bitches” (or, by what the “Bronies” said, the “Mane Six”), began to mock Shitstorm by spitting on him, kicking him, and, which was soul-shatteringly humiliating and ironic, shitting on him.

Twilight Sparkle shoved her horn into the gash in his side, as Fluttershy forced carrots up his ass. As he howled in pain, Rarity began to throw up into his mouth. Rainbow Dash repeatedly jumped on top of him while Applejack and Pinkie Pie continued to shit on him.

The pain... Oh, the pain. He could feel Twilight's horn run along the inside of his  flesh, tearing it in its unorthodox path. The pain was increased when he felt his rectum being stretched, the horrible feeling of having something unwillingly shoved inside someone was emotionally unbearable. He continued to scream, despite the fact that he, too, was beginning to heave because of Rarity's vomit. The vomit continued, too, like a gushing, overflowing river that would stop at nothing until its victim would drown. His body was shaking and spasming whenever Rainbow Dash would land, causing the carrot and the horn to thrash about, increasing the unbearable stimuli. The feces that Pinkie Pie and Applejack were leaving on him began to feel warm and soothing, which disturbed him greatly and acted almost like a catalyst to his emotional pain.

After about an hour of torment, they left him alone on the ground to die.

Shitstorm tried to get up, to continue to make chase, but it was futile. He would never catch

Bernice now. He began to cry, but he realized he didn't have the energy. He lay there, in the mares' waste, hopefully to die. Yes... Death. He wanted it to come. He begged for it to take him in its welcoming arms, to silence the torment, and conceal him in a land of black, where nothing bad can ever happen again.

Lying there seemed to bring something to him. He was completely still, and his senses were so... pained. They were violated in every possible way. The sight of his mother's assualt, the smell of the feces, the feeling of the torture, the sound of his own screams, and the taste...

The taste of sorrow.

He had never felt so horrid in his young life. It felt... comforting, in a sense. He would die if he didn't seek medical attention, he was slowly bleeding out and he was sure he had some sort of infection from the vomit and feces. He just hoped it would come quickly. It felt like he was waiting in line for a ride, or waiting for his turn to play a fun video game. He genuinely couldn't wait.