The Adventures of Some Messed Up Mexican in Equestria!

Somewhere in a another dimension you are unfamiliar with.

Sometimes life can be very complicating and dare i say "Fucked up" that is what makes up our shirtless, unconscious, tied up friend here. Average height, tanned skin, funny looking scar on his left eyebrow and four head, and the words "Strange?" tattooed on his right arm. Why is he tied up by his arms over his head? Well, lets just see how his Story goes, shall we.

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As he opened his eyes to the dark room with a single light above him, the musky air filled his breath causing him to cough. Then he felt a hard cold feeling on his wrists which were for some reason above him. He lifted his head to see that his arms had been tied up in chain's "I feel as though I've been here before." He said to himself. as he attempted to pull the chains off, he became alarmed when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the darkness. But they sounded to hard to be footsteps and sounded more like the clopping of hooves. The clopping got louder with each step and he became more and more restless.

Suddenly a figure emerged from the dark, a large red equine with a grin on his face to which the man recognized and sighed with relief. "Oh thenk god you found me, now could you get me down from these things?"  Then the pony replied "Eenope" This baffled the one tied up "No why not?" he asked growing nervous "Because why would i set you free after all the trouble it took gettin ya here in the first place." He said with Following with a sinister snicker "Why are you sweating?"  The Mexican said. but before he could say anything else he suddenly noticed the big equine licking his mouth and panting heavily with excitement. He could actually see Big's excitement growing in his eyes and in between his legs. the man suddenly panicked "Ah come on, you don't want me, i'm a guy, and there are ton of hot ass bitches out there for ya hell  even your sisters are fine, of course i have no relation to them and the fact that i mentioned the little one is gross but you get my point!" he said whimpering a little. Then suddenly the Big one put his hoof over the mans mouth and stared into his horror stricken eyes. "shh calmed down. And let my southern hospitality take your anal virginity." he said before snickering some more. He suddenly came in closer to the mans face. And the man shut his eyes tight and clenched his cheeks.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed the man as loud as he could as he sprang up from his bed. The man screamed some more " Nomorepinkbitchjuice!" he screamed in an incomprehensible language. As he calmed himself, he look down at his bed and noticed a bulge "...wait a minute?" he said. He then checked under the sheet for any disturbance. "...yep.......fuck." he said with a stern frown. He slid out of his bed and he searched his square room for something. He had closet half opened on the left side of the bed that was up against the wall, a window with light trickling through, a chair at one corner of his room and a metal Baseball bat at the other corner of his room. Finally finding what he was looking for he got up and walked over and picked up the bat that had the words "Beat the Homo?" scratched in. He then began beating himself with the bat for 10 minutes.

After his self-beating, he went over to his closet and picked out a striped gray and white cotton shirt, blue jeans and all black mid top sneakers. After slipping on his attire, he walked out his room and into his bathroom. The bathroom had a light green wall and white marble floor with white toilet and sink and one toothbrush. Along with the tooth brush he had a green comb with which he use's to set his sleek black hair back like those commercials. After his grooming, he walked down the hall and down the stairs into the kitchen. He opened his fridge and pulled out a carton of milk and a cup from the cabinets. After pouring in and relishing in the cold taste of milk, he walked to his door and pulled off the Hoodie from the coat rack. He wrapped his hand over the door knob and pushed open.

The day was bright and the sunlight kissed his tanned skin. The weather was a cool breeze, his favorite temperature that gave him a peaceful feeling. As he breathed in and welcomed the day he stretched out his arms and said "what an awesome-ass day."

He suddenly heard the yelling of three small voices in unison calling out "look out Juan!" and with out warning a wooden scooter flew in and made impact directly at the head in between his legs. The pain appeared faster then the scooter.  He grabbed his unborn children, cringed, and fell on his side in a fetal position with his hand at his injury.  As he lay on the floor trying to fight back tears, three small filly's ran towards him. The Orange one came up first " I'm so sorry Juan." She said then the white one came up " We didn't mean for the scooter to hit your fun parts." she said, then the yellow one came up  "We wanted ta see how far Scootaloo could go from the top of That hill, off that ramp." She said pointing at the hill and the ramp. Or at least what looked like a ramp. The mexican named Juan stared at the little ones with a quiver in his smile and said " I'ts alright, i wasn't even gonna do much today anyway. You little cute things are forgiven." He said as a tear dropped from his eye. Before the little ones could respond, the Mexican added one more thing "Oh and if you plan on doing this tomorrow, at least....come up with a BETTER excuse for STALKING ME!!!"

A/N: Please keep reading my other story and say what ever you like about this one. And that one if you don't mind.