The Internet Is Down

by LIL DASHIE GRINGO

Rating: mature
Tags: Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Random, Death, Human, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 1040

A story of a saddened man who abruptly loses his internet connection under unknown means.

A man lost in his own world is cut down short in his upcomings.

A very short story I decided to make inspired by CinemaSins for something funny on one of their vids.

WARNING: This story is to be taken as a lesson for something small, but I took it to a deeper level for no damn reason. Also, there's minor porn so enjoy that. Oh yeah, and I didn't do much editing either because whyyyy?

Lastly, I don't know what tags to add, so I just picked some that makes since to what I wrote. :moustache:

Published 2019-07-07 04:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-07 04:40:01 UTC

Son of a BITCH!

Author's Note

When your internet is off for a few hours, mourn your loss.

- LILDASHIEGRINGO, 2019

Son of a BITCH!

In the middle of this rainy night, the lightning strikes in random openings in the beautiful rural farmer town knowns as Ponyville. The people are safe in their homes to enjoy the warm comforts of their blankets and eat their deliciously prepared meals. Probably even binge watch some well earned TBO time with “Game of Chairs”. But this luxury doesn’t befall to some in this town. A man named “Bolt Ricochet” knows this much.

He is a good man. An honest man with so much future in his eyes. He has a way to make a mark in everyone’s heart, affecting them gradually with immense love over the years in the city community. His kin is known for their good deeds with the money they’ve earned in their keep, making sure to become a good example to the future owner of the business: Melody, his young inspired boy.

After his wife leaves him from a heated dispute that ends with a court order, he gives a constant rapport to his mistress from downtown Canterlot. The power he gains on such a setback from his ex paves way for new beginnings of love and lust, which also makes him more creative with his ideas in making them groundbreaking discoveries. Along the way comes business friends that give him support, investing in one of the most powerful families ponies know of today and will remember in the coming years of its operation under a sole proprietary.

The immaculate deity that makes headlines from time to time has again made a name for himself in manifestation of his business. And with it, Bolt reeps in the benefits of his fantastic home, his family, and his built legacy that will be forever engraved in history.

But then, tragedy strikes him with a vengeance when his son fell gravely ill. What hits him the most is that even though he has all the money in the world for the best doctors in the land, Melody's sickness was too new to understand modern medicine.

He died after a couple of weeks.

Bolt is heartbroken and he can’t live with himself no longer. His supportive mistress tries to comfort him in his loss, but he never accepts it. All he wants to do is sulk in his misery, to endure the pain in its entirety all alone.

He does this on the highway, going at around eighty miles per hour. The road was dark and slick; a bottle of xanax and bourbon dilutes his awareness. His mind was on a whole other level, but his anxiety still stays the same.

He remembers telling Melody about his usual rebellious antics before he was bedridden, saying that it must be brutally suppressed because he was to be his successor in due time. Melody never liked Bolt in terms of these conditions that laid out before him. So he would ignore him entirely for hours, maybe days. This would continue on even in required gatherings, such as dinner or a night out to the city, Melody's sentiment evident on his visage.

Bolt couldn’t take it, to the point of slapping him with his fatherly love, a love that at this point Melody had hated.

And on this drive, Bolt wholeheartedly regretted all of what he had done to him before his journey up above. He took a couple more pills before slouching on the wheel, reaching for his bourbon whilst having an opposite vehicle swerve around him from his excessive reckless driving. He takes drink from the bottle with a gargle of spittle, some of it spilling along the side of his mouth. It is strong, but it dulls the pain he persists to suppress.

Then suddenly, he lets go of the wheel and spasms, accidentally extending his legs more for his foot to press hard on the pedal and accelerate. His car slightly turns to the right and is heading towards what looks to be an electric station with a slim network tower right next to it. Before he can know what’s about to happen, he plunges into the station.

With this troublesome news, his legacy ends in self-despair and an unnecessary bang.

Somewhere else in Ponyville

Rule 43. Everyone by this point knows what this beautiful website entails. It’s what gives the people the holy grail of pleasantries, with new content everyday for generations to come. A luxurious paradise full of different residents with questionable backgrounds that make up their quality work.

Clopper Nonce is one of these adventure seekers, but only as an experimental spectator amidst it.

At this moment, he was observing a godly picture on his hot laptop that sat on his sweaty thighs. Amongst the others in the small JPEG format of his browser was a technicolor style imagery that stands out from the others.

It features a purple naked and bodacious pony princess in her castle chambers in the middle of a dark purple rainy night, laying upon her bed by force of an unknown figure that repeatedly forces its blue bodiless penis laced with pre cum inside her slick stretched pussy. She is gagged professionally, and is expertly tied down with slim ropes around her triceps, abdomen, thighs and neck. All of this is tied together behind her back to get her in this submissive position, to have excessive cum all over her body and eagerly waiting for more as she looks at Clopper with her glowing violet eyes, knowing he has caused this damage.

And it has readable dialogue.

Nonce clicks on the picture while pumping his johnson to get ready, wanting the bigger more detailed image of this really bad princess.

But as soon as it loads, an error message pops up. His connection has been interrupted.

He gasped and looked over to his wireless router… All of the lights were off.

“MY POOORRRN!!!” He quickly gets up with his pants down and shuffles out the room.

“AT&T IS GONNA HAVE TO ANSWER FOR THIS BULLSHIT!” He slams the door closed behind him with his strong hand, almost ripping the door off the hinges completely.