Hobo Pony Story

by DJ_Pon3_Vinal_Scratch

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy
Length: 541

This is a parody of the previous story, Braeburn and Spitfire's Moment.

This is a story written about two ponies who are hobos and they are spitfire and braeburn
written by: @snowheart

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-26 07:17:57 UTC

Winter Hobos

Spitfire and Braeburn living in a box on the side of the road. Spitfire and Braeburn have been great friends ever since they were fillies. Braeburn left the box and Spitfire was left alone. She felt cold and dark without him, but she would have to suck it up and deal with it for the next four hours. (4 hours later) Braeburn walks into the box and sits by Spitfire. "Hey Braeburn, how was your trip to Twilight Sparkle's actual house?" She asked. "Oh, it was fun. I got a book on the recycling of trash." He answered back. "Oh cool!" She replied.

Spitfire walks to her imaginary room, thinking about the past of her training and old time friends. The sunshine in her face when she played tag as a filly with Dashie and Applejack not giving a crap about being broke. She felt depressed and didn't want to forget the time that she tried for the Wonderbolts and failed. The air flying in her face, feeling free, not kept up in a box, the sunshine bringing out the dull color of her mane. She loved the time when she tried out. She has never forgot over the years how she didn't make it as a young teen or old woman.

Spitfire walks into the imaginary kitchen to make some imaginary food for their imaginary dog, Hitchhiker. She had put some mudwater in a bowl that they had found at the junkyard a few days ago and started grilling imaginary steak while Braeburn made some imaginary applesauce. They both turned around and for a heartbeat, their eyes met before they both snapped their attention back to what they thought they were doing. Spitfire had finished pretend-grilling her imaginary steak and breaburn had made the best imaginary applesauce in this craptown. They made their imaginary plates and ate the imaginary food. They started chatting about stupid stuff. "Hey, how is Derpy Hooves and her bad piano skills?" Spitfire laughed. "Still banging her head on it!" Braeburn cracked up. "I have to take a dump, so I guess dinner is over?" Spitfire questioned. "I guess so." Braeburn answered back.

Spitfire walks to the back of the box. She takes off all of her rags and takes a dump for 10 minutes.

She finishes and walks out with nothing on, nude. Breaburn stands in the box watching Spitfire's every move, not noticing that there is a giant crowd forming behind him. "U-u-u-u-uh Spitfire...." "Yes I know." Spitfire grabs her rags and puts them on. She hops on her rock and starts talking to Braeburn about his imaginary apple-picking business.Their conversation gets way out of hand and Spitfire takes her rags off, dropping them on the floor. "Spitfire, you know..." "I guess so." Breaburn takes off his rags and gets on the rock with Spitfire and they do it while everyone is watching.

Up in the clouds on a sunny day. There is standing Derpy Hooves and Dr. Whooves holding card board signs saying

" I WILL VOTE FOR CELESTIA AND SOLAR EMPIRE OR GIVES US FREE MONEY " They got about one cent. That could buy a FREAKING germ! Well that one cent was eaten because of derp'y hunger.