>You go by anon.
>You like to think you have no face and no name.
>The truth is your name is Oscar Peterson.
>OP for short.
>You lay down one night and are sucked through a worm hole and end up in a new world.
>You look around and see that it is filled with fields and trees.
>All of a sudden fluffy ponies start running up to you.
>”New fwen?”, “Wan pway?”, “Yay, new fwen!”
>They are running about hugging your legs and singing about their new friend.
>You look to your Applejack tulpa, “What do I do about this?”
>”Well pardner, I reckon you need to lucid dream over this one.”
>She turns and winks at you.
>You’ll be jacking off all over that imaginary ass later.
>You set back back and lucid dream as fluffy ponies crawl over your body.
>in your dream you are flying.
>You see Rarity being viciously raped by the diamond dogs.
>Each taking a turn while the others scratch her beautiful white fur drawing blood and staining her purity forever.
>Then you see Big Macintosh with the cutie mark crusaders tied to a fence post beating them with salami.
>He is singing “The Old Grey Mare” as he slowly smacks them over and over.
>You wake yourself and look at your tulpa, “That didn’t help at all bitch!”
>You get an idea, luckily you always carry a box of crayons on you.
>You see a large white rock sticking up in one of the field and run over to it.
>All the fluffies watch as you draw and color on the rock.
>Whe you are finished you step back, all the fluffies gasp in awe.
>”Wha dat?” One of them asks.
>You have drawn a pony figure on the rock.
>It has rainbow colored fur and a blue mane.
>”This is Rainbow Quick, she is my OC. Do not steal!”
>All the fluffies start to shake their heads, “No steew!”, “Fwuffy wike wainbo qui’”, Fwuffy weawwy wike her mane!”, “Wah steew?”
>”This will be your new idol, but first.”
>You grab one of the close fluffies and start to undo your pants, “Let me teach you what rape is.”
>The fluffy watches as you lower her in front of you.
>”Why wub pee pee pwace so fas? Pee pee pwace seem smaww. Waaagghhahhgg!
>You blow your load in the poor fluffies face.
>She goes limp in your hand.
>The fluffy pony drowned.
>You drop her and reach for another when a worm hole opens again under you taking you back home.
>You realize where you are and run to the computer to talk about what happened on reddit.
>But first you start to drop your pants again.
>You look at your Applejack tulpa and say, “Turn around.”
>A man must have priorities.