Finished Faggot Story.

>>8613332

I decided to be a faggot and finish it.

 

Day The end...just kidding in Equestria

>After you stand up, determined to never feel pain again you begin plotting.

>It's a good thing you never told Rarity about the wounds her father inflicted on you, because not only are the ponies of this world were barely capable of ANY form of unwanted actions upon your well-being, but she wouldn't have believed you.

>It's also a good thing that you were a Lieutenant General of the US Marines in active combat before you were transported to crazy fucked up horse land.

>You just decided to leave it all behind for her sake...

>But like you had changed before, you will change again.

 

~3 week later~

 

>It has been three weeks since you had ended your relationship with her...

>Your wound and ripped anal cavity have healed considerably now.

>But your heart had gotten more and more heavier, to the point where you just wanted to cut it out of your chest.

>But you decide against that, because suicide is for weaker men.

>You've been scanning Ponyville with your binoculars for weeks, hiding in any forms of underbrush that could hide you from Magnum's sight.

>You think you've finally got his movement routes down pat.

>You watched him for 3 weeks straight, watched him go to Sugar Cube Corner, to Roseluck's Flower Shop to help her 'tend to her garden', to Rarity's house to check on her...

>But that'll all be put to an end this coming Saturday, tomorrow.

>That's when you'd finally put your plans into action.

>That's also when he'd go fishing again.

>And you'd built a shack of your own about a mile away from his cabin.

>Putting your binoculars back inside your satchel, you stroll off, to your supposedly abandoned house on the outskirts of Ponyville.

>When you get there you open the door and look around.

>Everything was so bleak and meaningless without your precious gem.

>You go to your room, open your closet and remove a ceiling panel up above the coat-hanger rack.

>You reach in and pull out a large and heavy metal lock-box.

>You bring it over to your bed, sit down, and reach into your night drawer.

>You rustle around for a bit before your finger tips brush it.

>A key.

>The key.

>YOUR key.

>You scoop it up and bring it hurriedly to the box of locked away memories.

>You hesitate for a moment...

>Then you begin to slowly turn the key, and open the lid.

>The wider the lid got, the same could be said for your toothy grin.

>You look at the contents that you had sealed away after you found love.

>You empty the box onto your bed and gaze over what you had to work with.

>A Bowie knife, a spool of thick metal wire, a box of matches, 100 proof whiskey (The good shit), and an ASP lever-lock baton.

>Perfect.

>You grab everything but the matches and set them into your pouch.

>Just for safe keeping you place them in your coat pockets.

>You take a swig of the Whiskey.

Ahhhh, there's that good ol' burn.

>You walk back out to your living room and place all your pictures face down.

>You aren't the being that they know anymore.

>You take another gulp of the whiskey and then throw it at the wall.

>It hits a picture of Fluttershy and you, smashing the screen and the bottle into shards.

>You are human, and it's time acted a little more like it.

 

~Next day~

 

>It's raining...

>It's like Rainbro Dash knew what you needed.

>You watch about 50 feet away behind a tree, as Magnum fished with his faggoty fucking fishing rod.

>It took every amount of self control not to pounce his ass like the predator you were.

>You wait until he goes into his cabin to enjoy his bitch-ass Water Lily dinner.

Well, at least I don't have to stuff him first.

>You sneak around to the back of his hut to peek through his window.

>You look up slowly...

>HORY SHET!

>You immediately slouch back down, as Magnum is right in front of the window, washing a plate for his dinner.

>You wait until you hear the water stop running before you look back up again.

>He has made a salad, sandwich, and soup combination for dinner.

You fat cunt...

>You sneak to another side of the house, the side with his bedroom.

>You push the window upward from the outside.

>Success.

>This dumb motherfucker didn't even lock his cabin windows??

>Man, Ponyville could be wiped out in a night if you were still in shape, and if you had the desire.

>You crawl into the room with the grace of all the ninjas before you.

>Next you step into his closet, and slide the door shut.

>Now all there is left to do is wait.

 

~2 hours later~

 

>Ok, seriously?

>2 hours and he doesn't need anything in his bedroom?

*Clop Clop Clop*

>Fucking YES! HEre he comEs!

>You can barely contain your excitement and rage.

>You peek through the crack in the door, allowing you enough sight to view the door.

>The doorknob turns, and in steps the unsuspecting victim.

>You ready your baton.

>Your breathing is getting slower and quieter now that the time of reckoning has come.

>Quiet...

>Quiet...

>Quiet...

>Suddenly the closet door swings open and there stands an oblivious Magnum, stripping off his fishing gear.

>Your grin is giving the Cheshire Cat a run for it's money.

>Magnum looks up just as a flash of thunder illuminates your face.

>"Wh-Wha-You-"

SUhprIse MoThAfuckA!!

>You bring your baton down harshly upon his skull.

 

~45 minutes later, in your cabin-

 

>You are Magnum.

>Your head hurts beyond belief.

>You open your eyes and stare groggily around.

>You're not in your cabin anymore.

>You're in a barren little shack without any furniture...

>But how did you...

>You try to move to take a look-see at where you were.

>But you can't.

>You struggle against something.

>It's cold and cuts into you.

>You remember.

>That fucking monkey!!

Where are you you rotten piece o' shit!?

>Just as you finish hollering you are hit in the hind leg.

>Hard.

AAaaahahhhgggghh!

>The monkey comes waltzing around from behind you.

>"No need to shout, I'm riGhT heRe."

>Never in all your years have you heard such a calm and malicious voice.

>Well except for your wife's.

You-You stupid, filthy, dirtbag, you think you can get away with all of this?

>He delivers another sharp blow.

>This one angled at the same place he hit you prior.

Hurrrgggg!!

>"How's it FEEL! To be the one tangled up. Helpless!! At MY mercyyyy..."

You're all kinds of fucked, kid. I have powerful friends in powerful positions.

>"HahahahahHAHhahaHAHhHHAHHHhah!!!"

>After the monkey finishes his bone chilling laughter he inches closer toward your face.

>"What makes YOU think anyone is going to KNOW about this?"

What? How is nopony going to-

>"Nopony can know I did it if I am not heeeeereeeeeuuuaahhhhahahah!"

>He regresses into another fit of laughter.

>"Ya know...I actually thought things were gonna be ok...that YOU were a nice guy..."

>"That I could give Rarity her wish for us to be friendly to each other..."

>"But oh, how WROOOOOONG I was!!"

>He delivers a heavy right hook to your stomach, making you vomit all of your earlier dinner.

Friendly with some freak like YOU, don't make me laugh!

>"Hehehehehee...You're fucking disgusting...a disgusting. Fucking! PIG!!"

>Another crushing blow to your head.

>Followed by a kick to your uninjured leg.

>"I now know you need to be removed from the picture entirely."

Fffffuuucck...Youuuu...

>You spit in his stupid monkey face.

 

>You are Anon.

>You wipe your face with your hand.

>And wipe it on Fagnum's coat.

>You're reveling in this.

>In every moment.

>Every moment of his pain is a moment of love he took from you and Rarity.

>You take out your Bowie knife

So, how about we REALLY start the show...hmm?

>Your captor's eyes seem unfazed.

>"You don't have the guts for something like this kid, just leave now and i'll think about not telling the Royal Guard."

You dumb, dumb, son of a bitch. You really think you have the pull to make demands right now?

>You walk over to your left a bit and grab something.

>Walking back over to Magnus, you show him what's in your hand.

See these? These are 10 gauge Aluminum wires. These babies are made of the most sturdy metal in MY world.

>You walk back over to where you got the wires and put them back on your desk. The only piece of furniture you owned at the moment, in this shaggy little box.

>You walk over to a pulley and a crank.

Why don't we see what's sturdier, these wires or your skin and bones.

>You give him a sinister grin and begin to tighten the wires on his front and hind legs.

>His eyes, no longer with their serene anger, are now visibly stricken with pain as he lets fly a shrill scream.

Good...good...that was a good sound just now.

>You hop back over to him and inspect your handiwork.

Hmmm...this looks like it COULD be a bad cut.

>You trace the blade along the contours of the stallion's face.

But I think I can do better.

>You press the tip into his cheek and pull it toward you in one swift motion, watching as he reels to the side and away from the pain.

>"Please...Please just st-"

You think THIS is ENOUGH?? This is nowhere NEAR enough for the love you took from us, Magnum. You can't even imagine the LOOK on her face when I did what I did...because of YOU!!

>You plunge the knife deep into his foreleg.

>He wails in agony.

>You smile.

 

~4 hours later~

 

>You are still Anon.

>You look at the broken stallion.

>Broken physically and mentally.

>He's nothing.

>And hey, at least you had the decency to let him keep his shitter in tact.

>You hear his whimpers.

>"Please just kill me...Please, I can't..."

>You smile and think for a moment.

I believe I've gotten my point across. I can let you leave now.

>He looks up in sheer delight and wonder

>"R-Really?! Oh, thank you! Thank you so much-"

Yes, I'll let you leave this world.

>You see his face drop with the force of Thor's Hammer.

Why, surely you remembered what I said about you needing to be removed?

>His face is so invigorating that you think you might be sporting a half-chub.

>"Wait, please. Don't do this to me! You can't DO this!! I've got a wife and children!! Plea-"

>You walk up to the stallion and shove your hands into his mouth, grabbing his tongue and pulling it hard.

>In one fluid motion you cut off his tongue and throw it in his face.

>Man you loved cutting him off (Pun intended).

>You began to speak again over his malformed sentences of pain and agony.

>You take out your box of matches.

Now, i'll let you know how this is going to go down.

 

~3 years later~

 

>You open your eyes.

>The first thing to greet you is your lovely gem, Rarity.

>You reach over to her, and run your hands through her long, curly, luscious mane.

>She begins to stir.

Mornin' beautiful.

>She yawns and snuggles closer to you for warmth.

>"Good morning, darling. How was your rest?"

It was fine honey. You?

>"I...I dreampt of daddy again last night..."

>She begins tearing up and sobbing.

>You take her up in your arms.

Shhh...shhhh...It's alright...I'll always be here.

>Today was the day of the 'accident'...

>They had found Magnum's body.

>They found it, in his cabin, crushed under a burnt tree.

>The tree had fallen directly on Magnum's room, due to the power of the winds.

>Man, that wire is some strong stuff

>The Guards speculated the tree had caught ablaze from the lightning that night...hehhehe.

>The tree had burnt everything.

>When you all got there, there was no sign of the tree, the cabin...the body.

>After the incident you had done your best to keep the family happy.

>You had to take over the family hat business.

>And it had never been greater.

>You inspired Rarity, who had been assisting, with some stories about your home, and the things in it.

>You were top of the top in Canterlot for head apparel.

>Oh, and you and Rarity had gotten married.

>You had also adopted a cute little Earth filly, named Sugar Song, her and Sweetie get along brilliantly, partly because they both have yet to find their Cutie Marks.

>Rarity's mother had remarried. She married a Unicorn named Handsome Tuxedo.

>For real, that's his name. Fucking ridiculous.

>They were currently on their 6 month Honeymoon.

>But all in all things have been looking better than before.

>You stop your reminiscing and do your Morning Ritual.

>You then head downstairs and sit at the table with all of your favorite mares.

So, what do all of my favorite ladies have planned for the day?

>Sugar song and Sweetie Belle are the first to answer.

>"Me and Sweetie'r gonna be going into Canterlot and P'rformin' a song!"

>Sweetie Belle chimes her part,"We think we can get our Cutie Marks Together in singing!"

Hahaha! Ok, girls, you just be careful now.

>Rarity comes into the room, waving around tapestries of cloth.

>"Anon, dear. Which do you think would go well with a darker shade of red?"

>You look between the gold and white waves of cloth.

Hmmm...I'd go with white.

>With your answer in mind, she sets off to make more hats. You really need to get her out of the house more.

>You finish your meal, set the plate in the sink, and step out side.

>You take in a deep breath of air, and exhale loudly.

Ahhhhhh....Today's gonna be a good day.

>Oh, yeah, almost forgot.

>Fucking Fluttershy.