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.
Chapter Two
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”
Shitstorm opened his eyes to see a beautiful young mare. She had a snow-white pelt, and her hair was long and black with thick, green streaks amongst them.
“I can help you... please, sit still,” she said as her horn began to glow.
Shitstorm began to grunt, to try and say that he didn't want to be saved, but he felt the healing aura bathe over him, and in a way, it was probably the most painful thing he ever experienced. To be so close to death, and to have it stolen from you.
“Why... Why would you do that?” Shitstorm cried. All of the pain he had endured, waiting for death to arrive, and before it could take him away, he was saved.
“I saw you, just lying there... I had to help! … My name is Benevolence. Yours?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, a small smile appearing on her face.
Shitstorm's chest began to thud. He... He suddenly wanted to be alive.
Forever, and ever, and ever.
Shitstorm had explained what had happened to him deep within Benevolence's home.
“I'm so sorry, but there's nothing we can do. Those mares... They are protected by Celestia. But... the human...” she thought for a moment, trying to find a way to solve the situation. “I just don't know, Shitstorm. The humans... They are destorying Equestria. If the portal of Dickfuck McShitjizz is closed, then, if what the legends say is true, the humans will be expelled from Equestria.”
“I see...” Shitstorm couldn't even focus on what she was saying. He was lost in her eyes.
“The only way that would ever happen is if one of the six Elements of Harmony are used on it... But, they've been hidden away. They say the Element of Generosity is in Ponyville, the Element of Kindness is within the Everfree forest, the Element of Loyalty is within Cloudsdale, and the Element of Laughter I believe is still with Pinkie Pie herself.” She paused for a moment, she seemed to be straining her memory. A light faded in her eyes though, signifying that she couldn't find what she had been seeking. “Nobody really knows where the Element of Honesty or Magic is. But either way, there's four Elements we know about, and only one needs to be found and used. If only someone would go off in search of them.”
Shitstorm politely nodded, even though he was practically bursting inside with happiness. He didn't care about anything, only this moment now.
“Benevolence, I...”
Benevolence turned to him. “Yes?”
“I... I never felt this way about somepony before...”
“What do you mean?”
“I... I'm in lo--”
Suddenly, a man smashed through the window above them.
“GET DOWN, BITCH!” he screamed. He slammed his fist into Benevolence's head, causing her to sprawl out against the floor. He turned to Shitstorm, who screamed.
“I don't need you, you fuck. I just need that white-chocolate ass on that MARE!” he smiled. He grabbed her mane and forced her against a wall.
“Ahhhh! AGH!” she cried.
“COME ON, BITCH! LEMME HEAR YOU SCREAM!” the man cried. He quickly undressed himself, and forced his large penis into her vaginal lips.
“No... NO!” Shitstorm cried. He made a mad dash toward him. He wouldn't let him hurt her!
“OH BAYBUH!” screamed a voice. He turned to the broken window to see none other than Bernice slamming her foot into his muzzle. He reeled with the pain, and then fell over when he saw her willingly cut open her stomach with a large knife. After sawing a deep enough gash for her to stuff her hand inside, she retrieved parts of her small intestine, and used it to whip Shitstorm with.
The small intestine felt sickly painful as it was smacked against his pelt.
“Ohhh yes...” she screamed with masochistic pleasure. By then, she had a large whip in each hand, which she flailed around, ignoring the blood that was steadily pouring from her stomach.
He had to make it to Benevolence... He couldn't let her feel pain... Her being in pain was the worst thing he had ever felt. It was worse than his mother's beatings, it was worse than Bernice's whips, it was worse than Twilight's horn, it was worse than being raped with carrots, it was worse than being shit on, and it was worse than waiting to die.
He ran as fast as he could, ignoring the whiplashes. He was going to make it. He was going to slam straight into that awful man. He would make him pay!
As he neared him, his vision flashed as white hot pain splashed over his face. He fell onto the ground and turned to see the man shaking his hand. “Dayum! Now THAT'S how you slap a bitch!” he smiled as he swept his bangs back. “Is this pony a good fuck or what?” he said over Benevolence's screams of agony.
Shitstorm forced the pain into adrenaline, and began to grind his teeth. The pain felt empowering.
But before he could rise again, he felt something moist and disgusting wrap around his neck. It was Bernice's intestines.
She held him back, and began to choke him to death.
“Das rite, das m'gurl!” the man grinned. His large stature began to heave and sweat from his sexual labor. Bernice threw him her knife, which he caught and began to joyfully stab into Benevolence's back. She wailed against the sickly sound of flesh being torn, along with the man's sick, wet laugh.
“Gustav baby, pass it back,” Bernice crooned. He handed her the knife, which she then shoved inside Shitstorm's rectum. He howled as he felt his anus being torn open, as crimson red blood began to flow like a river. The knife sliced open his rectum, causing his body to shiver with dread. She began to force it back and forth in a sexual manner. She was raping him with the knife.
He screamed and cried, trying his best to bear it, but he felt himself weakening. He couldn't break free from Bernice's grip, he could only watch Benevolnece die from blood loss and her rape.
It felt worse than the knife.
The man, who was apparently called Gustav, shoved his hands into her cuts and began to caress and squeeze her innards. “Oh God, this is amazing. Holy shit, like, holy shit.”
Tears streamed down from Shitstorm's face like a river, his empathy for her drowned out the pain of the knife.
Her screams felt choked, screaming against the pain made it hurt even more. But, then her horn started to flash.
“Yes! Please! Save yoursel--” Shitstorm stopped as he noticed a light blue aura surround Bernice. She was lifted into the air, and slammed into a wall with such a might that Shitstorm almost fainted.
Bernice stopped moving.
He then felt his rectum suddenly tingle, as everything was magically healed.
“Benevolence! No!” he cried.“Save yourself!”
She gave him a faint smile, and then passed out with exhaustion.
Gustav grimaced. “Fuck! It's no fun if she isn't awake! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, BITCH!” he yelled. Benevolence's eyes began to painfully ope. No... No. She didn't deserve to feel this pain! It's all because of his own bad luck that she's in this situation. This is all his fault!
“SHUT UP!” Shitstorm cried as he jumped into the air. He slammed his hoof into Gustav's face, causing him to angrily grab Shitstorm's throat. He lifted Shitstorm higher and higher into the air, as Shitstorm helplessly squirmed against his lack of air. He then threw Shitstorm with an angry heave, and reached into his pants which were loosly thrown onto the floor. He then pulled out something jetblack and shiny. It had a disturbing sparkle to it as it was pointed toward Shitstorm.
“What... What is that!?” Shitstorm wailed.
Gustav smiled. “It's a gun, bitch.”
The last thing Shitstorm could remember was an insanely loud bang, and a sharp pain piercing his head.