Title:           Derpy
Author:          RPBN
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First Edit:      Monday 6th of August 2012 02:41:37 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 6th of August 2012 02:41:37 AM CDT

>You are Invisible Anon
>and you are bored.
>Let's see what Derpy's up to.
 
>You make a stop at Derpy's place before you head home.
>You enter the run down home and hear noises coming from the bedroom.
>It's Derpy, and Filthy Rich....
>Damn, he's tearing that shit up....
>Derpy doesn't look like she's enjoying it though.
>FR: Spend all my rent money on muffins? Oh, I'll make you earn it you filthy whorse!
>Derpy doesn't say anything, she just takes it and cries a little.
>FR: Sing for me you wall eyed factory second!
>He bites her on the back of the neck hard enough to draw blood.
>Derpy lets out a wail of pain and despair.
 
>You leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen.
>You look for the largest knife you can find.
>Cake knife, a little dull.....perfect.
>Time to fuck with Filthy.
>You return to the bedroom.
>It looks like Filthy is going to finish soon.
Not on my watch.
>You grab the bastard by the throat and pull him off and out of Derpy.
>You slam him against the wall and rest the knife at the base of his member.
Hi Filthy.
I can't help but notice that the lady doesn't seem interested in your advances.
You know it's very rude to stick your willy in someone when they aren't interested.
>You press the knife against him hard enough to break the skin.
>He flails about to try and get away, but you hold him fast.
I'd say you don't deserve to have one, if you're going to misuse it like that.
>He starts hyperventilating. Tears are forming in his eyes.
Derpy stays here for free.
For a year.
>He nods.
Also, you'll send someone around to fix the place up.
>He nods again.
Oh, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll hurt that cunt of a daughter you have.
>He's crying those lovely bitch tears of his.
Okay, you can go.
>You drop him and step back.
>He doesn't waste his chance, he madly runs out the door, horse cock flopping around between his legs.
>Derpy is still on her bed,
>she has her hooves covering her head.
>She's quaking in fear.
I'm going to help myself to whatever you have in the kitchen, and then I'm going to leave, okay?
>She doesn't move or respond.
 
>You make yourself a tomato sandwich with salt and pepper on wheat toast.
>It was truly the food of kings.
 
 
>Today was a good day.