===========================/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)