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She Knows...

By: AMedicalKrabbyPatty on Dec 8th, 2013  |  syntax: None  |  size: 3.30 KB  |  hits: 46  |  expires: Never
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  1. >The sun shines through the window directly on your face.
  2. >Sunbutt can go fuck herself.
  3. >You are going to sleep and there is nothing anyone can do to st-
  4. >’BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG...’
  5. >...
  6. >Fucking hell.
  7. >You lazily flop over onto your side and look at the clock on your bedstand.
  8. >’7:02’
  9. >She’s early.
  10. >She also hasn’t stopped beating on your door either and it’s beginning to piss you off.
  11. >It’s early.
  12. >You’re fucking tired.
  13. >You don’t have the patience for this
  14. >Be Anon.
  15. >You are fucking grumpy.
  16. >Quickly throwing on some clothes, you head downstairs as the banging continues.
  17. >You stop just before your hand reached for the door.
  18. >You aren’t even going to open it until this horny motherfucker stops pounding on the door.
  19. >It’s seven in the goddamn morning.
  20. >This is ridiculous.
  21. >You stand there for a few minutes.
  22. >The bitch hasn’t stopped yet.
  23. >Another minute goes by.
  24. >...
  25. >Fuck it.
  26. >You’re done.
  27. >You have been patient with her bullshit fetish guessing and constant stalking for almost a year.
  28. >You’ve put up with all the awkwardness she causes when shes around.
  29. >A good foot up her ass is all she needs.
  30. >You rip open the door with the strenght of a single angry Anon.
  31. >Fluttershutter continues to knock...
  32. >... on your face.
  33. >You kick the bitch down the steps and take a moment to make sure your nose isn’t broken.
  34. >Turns it is bloody but intact.
  35. >You the glare at her which to your surprise she does as well.
  36. >Cute; social Anxiety grew a spine.
  37. >Doesn’t matter though.
  38. >All you want to know is:
  39. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU WANT THAT IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU WANT TO BEAT DOWN MY DOOR AT SEVEN IN THE FUCKING MORNING?!” you yell in her face.
  40. >She simply glowers at you, unflinching.
  41.  
  42. “I swear, Fluttershy. If this is just another fucking fetish guess or some stupid shit like that, I’m going to kill you all.”
  43. >You aren’t sure if you’re serious but it is very tempting at the moment.
  44. >Fluttershy, however, hasn’t moved a muscle and is looking at you with almost as much anger as you are.
  45. >Banana Hush moves and picks herself up from the ground calmly casually.
  46. >She reaches a hoof into one of the saddlebags on her back, doing the weird hoof=hand thing.
  47. >What the mare pulls out is a bit surprising: A laptop.
  48. >You on the other hand are far too pissed off to care.
  49. >Animal Hoarder opens it up and holds it out on a hoof to you somehow.
  50. >On the screen you see the following:
  51. >>14946784 (OP)
  52. >”Would you care to explain what this is?” she asks in a cold voice.
  53. >You, again, are to mad to be impressed with her sudden balls.
  54. “I don’t really give a shit. If this is the only thing you woke me up for then I’m going to give you a few seconds head start because I’m this close to beating you to death.”
  55. >The next thing you know, you are lying on your back and holding an achy jaw.
  56. >Fluttershy stands on your chest holding the laptop in front of your face.
  57. >”Well I care!! Do you have any idea what this will do to me?! What are these ponies going to think of me now?! I’ll be a laugh stock, Anonymous. Why did you write these things about me Anonymous?!”
  58. >Fluttershy then beats the shit out of you.
  59. >Angry rape/sex follows.
  60. >Then more beatings for something you didn’t even know existed which had stories about Fucking Fluttershy.
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