Daily Reminder

===========================/k/'s Daily Reminder================================

 

~~~Post 1~~~

>Day check'em in Equestria

>As you groggily awoke from your slumber you curse Applebutt for burning down your shades in her last rape attempt.

>Sighing as the beams of sunlight strike your precious corneas you mumble and groan before stumbling into the bathroom.

>That fucking daily routine just does not seem worth it anymore.

>All the ponies stink.

>They shit in the street.

>Fuck this gay Equestria.

>The only one who seems to brush is that creepy pony that sometimes sneaks into your house at night to lick your incisors.

>You mumble to yourself about proper hygine and head downstairs to make an awful breakfast of oats and more oats and topped with oats.

>Shopping has been on your list for a while but crippling depression and anxiety has killed it for you somewhat.

>And those problems do indeed have a root cause from something that is probably just now lurking outside your house.

>You sigh, just about to take a bite and...

>Knock knock!

>Just like fucking clockwork with that pony

>FIgures that you have not yet cleared out all the cameras and microphones yet, that fucking rabbit just keeps getting in.

>You open up the door and peer outside, sure enough she is standing there.

>Oh god, her hair is greasy, she is somehow cradling Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to her crotchtits who both look fucking horrified.

>That is going to be years of therapy for those two.

>Somehow she got a hold of Newport 100's as well and is smoking them down to the butt in 10 seconds.

>She hacks up a lung and raspingly tries to say something

>"A-are trailer trash mares your fetish, Anon?"

>You are about to open up your mouth with a loud no and raise your foot for the long kick but an idea crosses your mind...

>Horses back home hated loud noises right?

>You run into your kitchen and grab a soda can and the spare change that came from your pockets on earth.

>Looks like it would serve a purpose after all.

 

~~~Post 2~~~

>Quickly filling up the can with the coins you dash back out to the front door grinning from ear to ear.

>Shaking the can violently in her face you see her rear up on her legs and neigh loudly, running around in circles and freaking the fuck out.

>Looking closely you notice Sweetie and Scoots hanging on for dear life with nothing but teeth to scrape against naked teat.

>But you doubt even Flutters can feel that over the mental rape she is currently going through.

>You keep on shaking the can and laugh heartily at the YellowPone's discomfort.

I really should have thought of this ages ago.

>The only downside to this is the fact that she pissed all over your front rug and her horrible diet means it reeks of moldly bread and Slim Jims.

>She at last found herself running head first at you in a blind panic, the two foals somehow still attached.

>You try to jump out the way but she runs straight into your gut and knocks you ten feet back into the living room table, knocking you out.

>You wake up 10 hours to an awful headache and a note pinned to the crotch of your jeans.

 

Dear Anon,

 

I had no idea that scaring the piss out of ponies was your fetish! I took your scary shaky can away from you cause I don't want our new and exciting love life to go stale. I look forward to fleeing around your house in terror tomorrow morning,

 

XOXOXOXO Fluttershy.

 

P.S.,

 

Sweetie belle finished you off. Hope that is not a problem.

 

>The whole room stinks of shame and hay.

>Pretty sure you just saw Chris Hansen outside your window as well.

 

>Looks like you are going to be spending the rest of your life not scaring fucking Fluttershy.

 

~~~YOU'RE A FAGGOT~~~(END)