The Completely Original Story

Part Deux

“Wait…What?” I said to myself as I realized that I was watching television, one of the best shows of all time. Scrubs, sure it was a slight bit less intellectual as MLP:FiM is, but it was as funny as a man trying to piss into a shot glass, while riding on a tiger. My hands, fingers, mantitties and ass were back, was it all a dream?

Then all the visions came back to me, the flashbacks were bright and illuminating my eyes so much I couldn’t even find my testicles so that I could scratch them, as I wanted to scratch them while waiting for my mind to process what the fuck happened.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I passed out from nerdgasming all over the place when Fluttershy made an adorable blushing face, but I lied to myself and said my coffee was drugged with magical pony semen. As I continued with my day, I saw many strange items, an empty box on the sidewalk with a man walking away from it, a rainbow-colored item in his arms. A man by the name of “Uncle Ruckus, No Relation” it was strange, and I walked home afterwards.

Uncle Ruckus has followed me to my neighborhood, and an African-american family was moving in a few doors down, I would never get to know them, due to Uncle Ruckus singing one of the most popular songs of all time, aptly titled “Don't Trust Them

New Niggas Over There”.

I got beat up.

When I entered my home, Uncle Ruckus had been shot dead, and I was sucked into a portal that was formed in my entrance.

Suddenly, I found myself weak, and inside of Rainbow Dash’s skittles flavor’s cunt. A hallucination? More than likely yes, there was warm semen covering my throbbing cock as she sighed gleefully with an gleeful expression.

“Thanks. For that, new guy…I’m not that much a fan for colts, but that was awesome.” She said slowly.

“Yeah, you too.” I pulled my cock out, and realized I had gained hooves again when I fell backwards. “Make me a sandwich you whore.”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!”

“Listen bitch, I said; Make. Me. A. Fucking. Sandwich.”

“…get out…”

“All I want is a fucking sandwich, ya fuckin slut.” I soon regretted saying that…

She zoomed upwards, and then flew towards me fast, I couldn’t react in time and she picked me up and threw me through the cloud wall. I had wings, but I couldn’t use them. I was plummeting to the ground. I couldn’t save my ass. The wind was blowing though my hair, and the fast wind was whistling through my ass cheeks.

I was going to die. I was here for only an hour, and I was going to lose ever coming back.

I then woke up with a shock. A dream…all a dream…

I walked to the closet, and sifted through a few clothes and boxes. My handgun, it was a gift from long ago. I unlocked it, loaded it, and aimed it at my head.

I squeezed the trigger.

“I’m coming Dashie…”

5 hours later

“He took out his pistol, and committed suicide.” The policeman said.

“Why?” asked a local reporter.

“Unknown reasoning, but I feel that’s it’s my job to assure you that he released his bowels all over himself after doing so.”

“Thank you Mr. PoliceMan.”

“Not a problem sugar tits.”

**I love happy endings, don’t you?

THE EDN

(for real this time)

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