People Creating Problems

by Reichmaster

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Comedy
Length: 1135

It was just three teenagers in ponyville, nothing unsual, but doesn't something just seem off?

It was just three teenagers in ponyville. Ponies and humans lived together for centuries. It's just that there's something odd about these particular kids. I don't really expect this story to get much publicity, but I wrote so might as well upload it. Don't send me hate mail If you don't like how I write my story. It's mainly just supposed to be funny. Maybe, if I see people like it and want more ( IF that happens) I'll write more. Maybe a serious plot if people like it, or maybe just keep it how it is.

Canceled as it's not written well and hasn't been very successful. I may rewrite it later on.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-09 23:30:03 UTC

In the beggining

There's a storm brewing. Those dumbass Pegasus ponies just had to plan a storm on a nice day like this. I still don't like to think that ponies can change the weather to their liking, but I don't think most humans in Equestria do anyway.

   That dumb bitch Rainbow Dash kept annoying us again today. She just walks into our house and starts eating whatever shit's in the fridge. I'm telling you if there was ever anyone as annoying as a person you don't really like coming to your house everyday without permission it's got to be her. Not much we can do about it though. Ponies are naturally as tall as us humans when they're on all fours. When they rear up on they're hind legs they're around a head or two taller than most average humans. Three unarmed teenagers wouldn't stand much of a chance against one.

   Me and Rainbow grew up together. And she's just as much a stupid cunt now as she was then. I started out taller then her as a kid, but as we got older, she naturally grew tall than me.

   Anyway, she had just plopped down on the couch in between me and Dustin, putting her arm around my shoulder because she knew it pissed me off. In a sense we're friends, but in seemingly more hate- hate relationship. Still, she's really the only pony that ever bothers to even really hang out with us in our house, so I guess I really shouldn't argue. I just really get pissed off at how she eats our food without asking.

   Walking around town doesn't really satisfy us and most of the other ponies think of us as more of a nuisance than asset. We are the only humans in Ponyville, but most of the residents already know most humans are probably better than us, so they at least don't ignore us out of discrimination. We don't really care anyway. Usually you'd find us at the edge of Sweet Apple Acres hanging around one of the large as hell trees just talking and laughing.

   We're not allowed in Sweet Apple Acres anymore since we burned down Applejack's barn. We just hang at the edge. It was a funny night though. About a year ago, we got so bored we just sat around in the barn doing nothing. Dustin was sitting on a stack of hay looking at the flames of a match like usual, and Frankie was just sitting there taking up space. I was just sitting across from Dustin on another stack of hay. He said " Oh shit!" it was so damn funny, he dropped the burning match onto the hay when it slipped out of his hand.

   For the next two and a half hours we stood there, looking at the inferno engulfing the old barn. Applejack came back home from town just as the barn was charred and collapsing, still on fire. She didn't even ask how it happened, just yelled for us to get out while probably trying to keep herself from kicking the fuck out of us. The next day she told us

we weren't allowed within one hundred and twenty feet if the property, including the whole orchard.

   Of course, we still hang around the edge of the orchard all the time, and only once did she catch us. Applejack still tries to be nice when she sees us, but like Frankie's every attempt to get a girlfriend, she fails at it. She barely even glances at us. On her good days she might talk to us, mostly just small talk before leaving.

   Miss smart tits Twilight doesn't appreciate us around much either. Probably because she kept hearing us her call boner head and magic tits and what not from five feet behind her in the library. They try to understand that it's hard to keep young (especially teenage) humans occupied as we're as the say "wired differently" than them, meaning some things that entertain them greatly don't work so well for us.

   Most of the ponies in town just try there best not to deal with us. I can understand, the three of us are pretty destructive. The only ponies that haven't completely given up on trying to be kind with us are Pinkie Pie and Rainbow. Rainbow was never genuinely nice to us anyway, so she never gave up on us, she just never tried.

   We tried to do whatever work they gave us, but we're not the hard working faggot type. Whatever we could do for some bits though, we tried. One time Fluttershy paid us to water her garden and ended up setting it on fire. She got really pissed off and said we needed to be punished, and not in a very stern tone either. Well that set Frankie and Dustin off. It also set Fluttershy off. She said if we didn't want to work we could kiss her ass.

   We also sometimes just did whatever we possibly could to screw with the general population. It wasn't much. Eventually, even Lrya and Bon-Bon didn't want to deal with us, but we were an egotistical bunch, so we believed it wouldn't be long 'till they needed our " human" expertise. Those stupid skanks needed it pretty bad. Or so we thought.

   We were bored everyday, all day. Eventually we started making bombs from old tin cans they gave us. We mad a very simple frag grenade; a cherry bomb surrounded by marbles nails or bottle caps in a can.

   " What are these?" Twilight asked us one day. She had an annoyed tone in her voice, like when your mom finds porn magazines under your bed. I looked at the box expressionless to find that it was a box of our pass time " tin-bombs". "Those are bombs" Dustin said with the most expressionless, emotionless look you could ever see a camel have. I also added the different types of bombs, also adding to Twinkle Spank-asses frustration. We knew they always thought we like little spoiled and idiotic kids, but we didn't think they'd actually act like our goddamn parents.

   A few months of bomb making later the town basically agreed we were too moronic and stupid to be left alone, so we had to sleep in the library. Unless your a fan of hard, hard wood, sleeping in the library sucked ass.

   We weren't to be let out of Spank-asses sight, and sure enough, she didn't let us out of her sight. She event locked us in her basement one time, but with Dustin having a lighter on him at all times, this wasn't such a good idea.