Title:           Sammich stories
Author:          PonyGone
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/RY14xC2Y
First Edit:      Sunday 2nd of September 2012 07:09:10 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 2nd of September 2012 07:09:10 PM CDT

>You are Sammich
>You are made by Luna.
>It seems you were made with tender care.
>She sets you down on a fancy plate.
>You felt so right!
>Luna walks out of the room.
>This is your time to shine.
>BE the best tasting sammich ever!
>Be the-
>Luna returns in a LOVEly gown and tiara.
>HOT-DOG she is smoking.
>She sits down and stares up to the moon.
>...
>Your crust is hardening.
>What id taking her so long.
>Before you know it, the sun began to rise.
>And the princesses tears began to fall...
>"Damn you Anon..."
>She runs out of the room, forgetting you.
>Who is Anon, and why is your creator so hurt?
>If you had a mouth...
>If only...
>...
End.
 
>You are Sammich
>You are made by Trixie.
>EW FUCK!
>WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF?!
>Stale bread... wet hay... and old lettuce.
>This CANT be good for her.
>You thought she was the "Great and powerful"
>She had to stoop this low... in eating you...
>You can't control much, but you can control your-
>She bites down.
>Her eyes began to glimmer with joy.
> -Taste.
>Trixie began to jump around, then shove you down her throat.
>If you had a mouth...
>You would be smiling.
End
 
>You are Sammich
>You were made by Twilight Sparkle
>And you-
>...
>It seems you are being thrown away.
>But... you were only JUST made!
>You have a bit of hay, and a flower, perfectly centered on your bread.
>She isn't even going to eat you.
>You land on the top of a trash can.
>It seems... she is talking to someone.
>"Spike, I just HAVE to get it right... Anonymous is... He needs a better sandwich."
>You were supposed to be a gift.
>...
>YOU could have tasted amazing!
>YOU could have lifted someone's day up!
>But... that purple horse ruined it all...
>One day... you WILL have your revenge.
>Because YOU are the greatest meal every created.
>The creator... must be destroyed.
>Anonymous... must die.
Evil Sammich end.
 
>You are Sammich
>You were made by Chrysalis
>LOVE was under your crust.
>So much of it... you began to leak.
>Chrysalis ran her tongue under your bread, sucking up all the LOVE drippings you had.
>As she bite down on you, her fangs hit first, piercing your crust, straight through, and into your LOVE
>Your juice began to run down her mouth.
>She saves the napkin, and uses her long tongue to wipe your mess.
>With one bite, she morphs her mouth into a larger state, and chows down on you.
>Her tongue pushes you back into her mouth, where he molars resides.
>Your crunching stopped.
>You go soft and liquidy from her saliva.
>She swallows every bit of you down.
End
 
>You are Sammich
>You were made by AppleJack
>Appleslices and shit are in you.
>Applejack is sick.
>She goes in to eat you, biting down.
>Her herbivore teeth breaking through your bread.
>You wish you could scream, but you are a sammich.
>You wanted to tell her you LOVEd it.
>That was your fetish.
end.