When Bad Fics Get Worse

You wake up to another horrible day, groaning and coming to the realization that you will, in fact, have to get out of bed.

You open your closet and tangled up inside you find a cyan mare with a rainbow-colored mane, tied up and dangling from an incredibly strong rod.

You begin to untie the pony so unfortunately restrained in your closet, who stretches and looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and fear, her svelte equine body tense and her glassy magenta eyes flicking about intently. You slowly, carefully drop to one knee, hands outstretched in a universal gesture to indicate you pose no threat. She looks down at you curiously, the cyan equine's head now slightly above yours. You appear to have succeeded in calming the mare, as her stance relaxes visibly. "...Can you speak? What is your name? What are you doing here?" you ask, the sound of your voice causing the pony to start briefly in alarm, but she stays silent for a moment.

"I might ask the same of you," a rather indignant voice responds a moment later, the clarity of the equine's voice rather startling. "I was just taking a nap. Where have you taken me?" Her eyes narrow suspiciously, and she takes a step forward aggressively, causing you to instinctively back up slightly.

You silently bring the rope to bear as the cyan pony advances, then manage to restrain her once more with a lunge, the equine's face a picture of enraged, but silent, protest. "Whoa, okay," you start to explain in a defensive manner as possible, "I just woke up and I was opening my closet to, you know, to get clothes out. I just found you here. Understand?" The mare glares at you. You sigh. "Look, I have no fucking clue what's going on either." You see acquiescence on the face of the pony. "Just don't Sonic Rainboom my house or some such shit," you mutter, which immediately grabs the mare's attention.

"How'd you know about that?" she blurts, peering at you through half-lidded

magenta eyes. "This isn't Equestria-- is it?"

After a moment of explanation, a pony with a look as bemused as yours nods slowly. "Alright, that's... that's pretty gay, you know," she responds, grinning slightly.

You continue tying Dash up, extra rope around the wings ensuring the security of your bonds. She shoots you a funny look, so you pull out your dick and shove it in her butt.

"BUT I POOP FROM THERE!" she cries out in dismay.

"NOT TODAY YOU DON'T!"

You scratch lazily down her back, your other hand pulling her hips closer, then ejaculate forcefully into her anal cavity. Then you take a ballpoint pen and stab her eyes out, shoving it through the optical nerve and directly into the front of her brain until you're entirely sure she's dead,and then start hitting her with a sledgehammer for good measure. Once you're done, you throw her out the window.

Suddenly, a very pissed off Princess Motherfucking Celestia teleports into your room with Pinkie Pie, rapes you in half, gouges your eyes out, and shoves your remains into a food processor before having Pinkamena bake you into delicious cupcakes.

GOOD END

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