The Happy Landfill

>Day We Are The Happy Landfill in Equestria.

>You are Anon

>Owner/operator of 'The Happy Landfill', Ponyville's garbage disposal site.

>You whistle a tune as you repair an old radio.

>You even shake your rear in your grimy overalls.

>Tinkering made you happy.

>And the thought of soon jamming to some tunes made you happier.

>Boy she sure was late today...

>It's already eight and she's-

>"IS THIS A RUBBER CHICKEN?!"

>You turn around and smile.

>She's here!

>Pinkie Pie bursts from a pile of junk.

>She places the rubber chicken she found on her head and flashes her dazzling teeth at you.

>"BOCK BOCK BOOOCK! I love rubber chickens!"

>You laugh as she prances around like a hen.

>"Can I keep this Anon?!"

>You hold out your hands,

Of course Pinkie! Whatever you find here is yours!

>She squees and spins around with her new toy.

>Pinkie Pie

>Every morning since you opened shop, this pony would come scrounge the yard for things she liked.

>You were happy to help.

>After all

>You had a huge boiling pot of spaghetti for her.

>She was perfect.

>Bubbly and cheerful like you.

>One day,

>One day soon she would be yours if-

>"Whatchya doin' Anon?"

>Oh god she's right in your face.

>You fall back

>Cumming, farting and up-chucking spaghetti all at once.

>If only you didn't lose it whenever she got close...

 

 

>After she finishes laughing on the floor,

>You show her your latest project.

See, I'm trying to get some music in here!

>She examines the radio.

>"Oooo, this will be almost as super-duper as the blender you fixed!"

>You motion toward said blender.

Smoothie?

>"You know it!"

>With sweaty palms, you make your beloved Pinkie a banana smoothie.

So you find anything else you want Pinks?

>She rubs her chin and sips the smoothie.

>You have a hnnngasm at the fact that the rubber chicken is still on her head.

>"Hmmm, i'll have to keep looking."

>You turn back to the radio.

Take your time.

>'Please don't leave waifu...'

>"Actually... I wanted to ask you something Anon..."

Yes?

>Suddenly Fluttershy out of fucking nowhere.

>"Hey I found this, can I have it?"

>She waves a fleshlight in your face.

>You stumble back.

Uh, hey Fluttershy... Sure, it's yours but, why would you want that?

>She spins with the sex toy like Pinkie did and places it on her head.

>"I'm going to c-clean it and use it on y-you mister."

>You gag.

Thanks but no thanks.

>"Hey Anon, I wanted to ask-" Pinkie speaks up from behind Fluttershy, but the yellow rapist cuts her off.

>"O-oh right!" Fluttershy's in your personal bubble, "let's just use it r-right now!"

>She tackles you.

 

 

>You wrestle with Fluttershy as she tries to tear off your pants and slide the dirty fleshlight onto your cock.

Gerroffmeh!

>Pinkie Pie tries to keep up with your face as you struggle, "hey Anon, I know you're busy playing with Fluttershy, but I wanted to ask if-"

One sec Pinks!

>You slap the fleshlight from Fluttershy's hoof.

>Without her weapon, she resorts to trying to outright rape you.

>"Hot trash monkey dick! Hot trash monkey d-dick!"

Pinkie help!

>"Actually do you want to-"

My balls!

>You howl in pain after Fluttershy's hoof bashes your crotch.

>She backs away in fear of the sudden outburst.

>"I'm s-sorry!"

>Now free, you grab the first object you can.

>You smash your radio over her head.

>She crumbles to the ground unconscious.

>You get up and dust yourself off.

>Stupid pony couldn't even into overalls anyway.

>Your radio is in hundreds of pieces.

Aww man...

>Where is Pinkie?

>Damn, she must have left during the commotion.

>You sadly step over Fluttershy and go back to your desk.

What's this?

>You see a piece of paper next to Pinkie's empty glass.

 

 

>'Dear Anon,

>You seemed pretty busy, so I left a note heh heh...

>Anywho... I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Grand Galloping Gala with me next month?

>As my date?

>If not, that's totally okely dokely!

>I mean

>I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship!

>It's okay if you don't even want to go.

>Geez louize, I sound so silly writing this eh heh...

>But, I left a ticket if you want to go?

>See you tomorrow!

>Pinks~'

>You look down and see a golden ticket on the table.

>With trembling hands you pick it up.

>Holy shit...

>You press the ticket to your chest and spin.

SHE WANTS TO GO WITH ME! AS HER DATE! I GOT A GOLDEN TICKET! HAHAHA!

>You re-read the letter twice to make sure you're not an illiterate bastard.

>It's legit.

>You were going on a date with Pinkie Pie!

>And definitely not

>Fucking Fluttershy.

>You spend the rest of the day searching for things Pinkie might enjoy among the rubbish.

>The sun sets in an orange haze as you hum

>Good things usually happen

>In The Happy Landfill.

 

 

The End.