Nicholas Cage was sitting comfortably in his recliner, reading the morning paper. It had been four whole years since he and Pinkie Pie had gotten married, an ordeal that nearly cost them their entire livelihood. Due to the anti-inter-species relationship laws that had a tight grip on the testes of society, they'd had to launch a campaign against what was, in their opinion nothing but fascist propaganda. It had taken a year's worth of time and effort, but eventually they won the courts over, and finally get the life they wanted. But fate would not be so forgiving.

For months after their victory ponies and all other species seemed to want them gone. They had received hundreds of death threats, letters that criticized the young couple for being anarchistic heathens, hell even a few bricks through the window. Guess the classics never die.

Nicholas Cage sighed and took a long huff from his corncob pipe. It was because of all of the constant badgering that they were still afraid to reveal their beautiful daughter to the public eye. Sometimes he liked to think that if the world saw her, and was able to realize her beauty...maybe the world could accept her.

The wails of his daughter broke Nicholas from his trance, and he got up off of the recliner, ready to aid his beloved child. He walked calmly towards the hallway, passing the various sentimental items that littered the room. Their babies first lock of hair, some framed pictures from when Pinkie was pregnant, and in the hospital. It was actually kind of sad, remembering her like that. In the later part of her pregnancy Pinkie, had grown weak.

She was so very strong, a real fighter, but once again fate had to rear its ugly head. Nicholas held back tears as he walked through the hallway. He stopped at what was once the room where Pinkie had tried, with little to no success, to start her own business. A little shop called Pinkie's Coaster Cozies.

He chuckled in fond memory of his wife and continued on to his daughter's room. He opened the pink door to see his young daughter thrashing about in her crib. He sighed, she was just hungry again. Nicholas went into their kitchen, a simple room with a small pantry, a refrigerator, and a small stove. Nothing else really, after all, this was all they could afford. He had found a job as a fisherman, hired only for his dexterous hands, and it didn't pay much.

He had been a stay at home dad, but with Pinkie gone he had to seek employment. Thankfully he had Sandi and Cheryll, a nice griffon couple, to look after his daughter when he was out working. He really was lucky to know them, as they were the ones who really helped him and Pinkie to fight the system.

Smiling, he opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of formula. He walked back to his daughter's room, and handed her the bottle. She took it, sucking greedily on the rubber nipple. Nick smiled softly. She really was a beautiful girl.

She was all pink, like her mother, with the same poofy mane and tail, but she had his face, and of course his glorious hands. She had his same teeth, the elegant yet chiseled jaw, and his lustrous facial hair.Her arms were the same as a humans, with skin instead of fur.Her little hands were fat and stubby, with little pink fingers that ended in hooves rather than finger nails. Her back legs were similar to human legs, long and muscular, but they had hooves instead of feet. Naturally her body was that of a pony's, as well as her head and neck.

She finished the bottle and burped, then fell back asleep. Nick walked out of the room and exhaled sharply. He walked back into the living room and picked up one of the framed pictures. It was of the second time they had sex, Pinkie decided that she wanted him to wear the giant porcelain head again, because as it turned out that was her fetish. His eyes welled up with tears as he remembered her loving cries of 'FUCK ME, FUCK ME YOU MAGNIFICENT BEAST' he remembered how his butt clenched when he came inside of her, and this sent him over the edge.

Nicholas Cage collapsed in a sobbing heap of man and trembled on the floor, babbling nonsense as he blubbered and mourned over the loss of his wife. He thought about how to relieve his pain as his weeping grew ever more intense. Nicholas didn't want to be away from his wife anymore,and he knew what he needed to do.

Nicholas walked into the kitchen, reached into his drawer and pulled out a large butcher's knife. He then walked to his daughter's room. He took a second to give her a light peck on the cheek.

"Don't worry baby girl, we'll be a family again soon enough."

Nicholas stroked his daughter's hair as he placed the knife at the soft portion of her head and pushed into it. The knife sunk through and instantly his daughter's breathing stopped. He withdrew the blade from his child's cranium. Then, turned it on himself, slicing along his neck.

He fell back against a wall, slowly sliding to the ground. He smiled as he felt death's cold embrace. His last thought was

I'm coming home Pinkie.
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With no word back from their mascot, Burger King didn't know what to do. Eventually they went out of business. Millions lost their homes and the president of the failed restaurant chain was burned at the stake for his insolence.
And everyone lived happily ever after.

The End.

Author's Note

Boy that was dark...oh well. I rally tried to make it dark, but not gore-y.

There will only be one more chapter, in it Pinkie and Nicholas will have sex in hell.