Absolutely the Worst FanFic you will ever read. Have Fun!

by tastetheRainbowDash

Cuz I'm Bored

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Author: Well, to start off, I really just got bored and started this to take a break from my other stories. And this has been my only clopfic EVER! Those who liked it... Well, it was supposed to be random and stupid. Those who didn't like it, well,don't hate on it. If you take out all of the ideas in my mind, this is literally what's left. And I suppose you want to get to the story already... K then! This shall be the last chapter.

Braeburn was inviting his three friends from Ponyville over to his lone house on the apple orchards of Applooza. As Braeburn jogged over to the Applooza train station, he waited for the train. He was planning on having a tea party to host for his friends. Well, not really a tea party. More of a apple juice party.

As he waited he saw a train coming to a stop at the last station, Applooza. He saw the three ponies exit the train, a large red stallion, as well as two smaller mares. Braeburn was happy his friends had visited him.

"Howdy, ya'll!" Braeburn shouted to his friends.

Everypony gathered around as Braeburn invided them to his barn for a little fun. Invisible, I followed, waiting to see what they had planned.

They entered through the two large, red doors. I followed. And there it was. Tea. Who would make tea for a sex party.

I sat there for about another hour, and all they did was talk.

Using my alicorn magic, I created a gun. Also, I created bullets to put inside the gun. There were five.

I shot Bon-Bon. You could easily see the blood squirt into Lyra's face. Next I shot Big Macintosh, or Big Mac. The bullet jammed in his back and he fell backward, his spine clearly breaking. Then want Lyra Heartstrings. For her, lets's just say her cutie mark is now a pool of blood.

Finally, I shot Braeburn. Right in the face as he looked in my direction, scared and disgusted. His head exploded and the barn was redder than it was before. I laughed as I loaded the final bullet.

I could feel my blood sliding and dripping down my muzzle as I dropped to the floor, visible and dead.