Day Intolerance In Equestria

by Hazardus_Havard

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Other, Comedy, Random
Length: 1086

These ponies are so intolerant of others. They treat everyone but them like dirt! These ponies need a lesson in how to treat others better... And you're going to tell them just how to do it.

These ponies are so intolerant of others. They treat everyone but them like dirt! These ponies need a lesson in how to treat others better... And you're going to tell them how to do it.

Published 2013-02-27 06:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-27 06:10:02 UTC

Day Intolerance In Equestria

Day Intolerance in Equestria

You’re walking around town with Twilight and her little group of friends back to your home after another kick-ass party from Pinkie. You’re all laughing and having fun when suddenly, you spot something very queer to you.

“…Is that a fucking horse?!” you ask. Turning to them, you stare them all in the faces. “You have horses here in Equestria?!”

“Well, sure we do,” Pinkie replies with a giggle. “That’s a silly question to be asking. We have all types of equines here! Why do you ask?”

You turn to the horse, watching it walk away from a building you saw it just come out from. The girls continuously ask what was wrong as you watch the horse walk off someplace else. After the horse leaves, you turn to them all and just stare at them, void of any emotions on your face. You’re happy-go-lucky attitude is gone now that you’re sobered up. The girls stare back at you with worry on their faces.

“U-um...” Fluttershy decides to speak out. “I-is something bother you?”

Oh, something is definitely bothering you alright. You turn your stare into a glare, watching Fluttershy stepping back in fright from you.

“…You ponies fucking disgust me.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Rainbow Dash hotly asks you, flying up to your face.

“That was a horse there… was it not?” you ask.

Dash still has her face furrowed in a frown, flying in front of you. The other ponies behind her though are very confused.

“…Yes?” Dash responds. “That was a horse. So what?”

“Okay then… So why are you ponies so fucking offended whenever I call you a horse?”

Now it’s Dash’s turn to look confused. “…Beeeecause we’re ponies?” she says, completely unsure of her answer.

Your glaring finally makes her back off back to the others.

“See, I thought you ponies just didn’t like being called something you aren’t when I came here. But that’s before I even knew there were other horses here!” You scream that last bit out, making the group flinch.

“I don’t see what the problem is!” you hear Applejack raise back. “It’s pretty darn insensitive to calling us horses, don’t you think?!”

She glares back at you, so sure of her words. This just makes you angry that they truly believe this.

“So let me get this straight… You don’t like being compared to horses… right?”

“That’s right, partner,” Applejack says with a nod.

“So all of you ponies go out of your way to make sure you’re not compared to them at all, standing your ground on that ideal and not once budging, correct?”

“…Yes?” she replies, curious where you’re going with this.

“Did you not think of it the other way around? How do you think the horses feel being treated like this? I doubt that they like hearing you ponies going around disgusted being compared by the horses and vehemently making sure you’re never compared to them at all.”

Applejack stops glaring at you the moment you said that. You can see all the ponies looking at the ground, shuffling their hooves around.

“This makes so much fucking sense why you ponies are always going around saying ‘everypony’ this or ‘somepony’ that too! You don’t want to be grouped with any other race at all, not even related equines! How do you think THEY feel about that, huh?!”

“T-that’s not what we were doing… right girls?” Rarity pipes in.

No one answers her. She tries looking at you, but your glare makes her hang her head down in shame.

“I thought you ponies were more tolerant of others. I THOUGHT you ponies went around preaching friendship, love, and to care for your fellow beings… I thought wrong.”

You can see Fluttershy start to cry quietly to herself hearing this, followed by the others. They keep their heads turned away from you, unwilling to stare at you right now.

“This makes it so much fucking worse since Celestia is ALSO a horse.”

Twilight snaps her head up at you. You can see her eyes full of tears and ready to break down.

“W-what?! N-no she isn’t! She’s the Princess of the ponies!”

“And?” you reply. “Do you not see how she looks? She doesn’t resemble any of you at all! I originally thought she was just big for her size, but that’s before I knew there were actual horses here! She looks like a horse! It’s pretty damn obvious she’s not a pony; you should be smart enough to realize this, Twilight.”

You walk up to her, staring her straight in the eyes. She flinches back from your stare, feeling uneasy at how close you are to her.

“And yet… Celestia puts up with all this bullshit. She puts up with all the ponified words and the neigh-saying of being called a horse and all of this hate on other species like herself… because she loves you all too fucking much to let it get to her.”

You look her dead in the eyes, leaning forward. You make sure your words are clear enough for the others to hear.

“It’s pretty damn apparent why the other races don’t deal with you now. The dragons, the diamond dogs… they don’t want to be subjugated to your racist behaviors.”

Twilight drops to the ground before covering her head and crying her eyes out. The rest of them follow suit with her, unable to take what you had to say. You turn around to leave the ponies there, heading back to your home. You stop only a few feet away, turning your head to them for one last thing to say.

“You should all be ashamed of yourselves,” you tell them like it was a fact.

Their cries only grew louder. You head back home, feeling very upset right now. You thought your friends were better than this. Walking to your room, you open the closet where you keep a poster of your idol hanging up. You get down on your knees, staring up at it. You made sure to live by this great man.

It was Abraham Lincoln. He’s sitting on top of a bear, holding the flag of good ol’ Murrica in one hand and wielding a tomahawk in the other while he dispatches a group of vampires. Now THAT’S someone to look up to…

“I wish my friends could be like you: tolerant of everything and caring for all… except for vampires.”