>Day background in Equestria
>Daily routine, triple S
>It's the weekend
>Fuck this you're going back to bed
>Maybe this time you'll esca-
>Dammit.
>In your room stand two p0nies
>A turquoise one with a lyre on her flank, and a white one with music score
>They had consistently harassed you since coming to this place
>It started out with the ass-slapping whenever you tried to go places in P0nyville
>That wasn't so bad, you just thought it was a little joke
>Until they started actively plotting against you
>Traps, contraptions and other things were laid out to get you in a room alone with these two
>To this day, you still don't know their names
>But back to your bedroom
>They were standing there, licking their lips in lust
>Turning to one another, they nod
>Cannon p0nies
>You're running for your fucking life
>While they're flying through the air at you
>What the fuck did the glasses one have in her mouth?
>Looked like a CD, but this wasn't Earth
>Oh well, it's too late to wonder why
>Distracted by the record, you aren't looking where you're going
>SLAM straight into the front door
>In unison, they speak
>”Now we get to have fun!”
>Ohshitohshitohshit
>The crazier of the two pins you down on the floor with all her might
>She begins to unzip your jeans
>White comes over with the disc
>...What the fuck is going on
>”Don't you love music?!”
>With your meaty love now sticking out of it's hiding place, the CD comes clamping down on it
>Forcing you to let out a howl of pain
“I LOVE MUSIC BUT ONLY AS A FRIEND”
>Turquoise slaps you
>”How DARE you hurt music's feelings like that?!”
>The terrible two begin to move the disc, unlubed
>Your dick hasn't felt this much pain since you got gonorrhoea
>But that was a different story, for a different time
>While colliding the CD with your shaft White begins to scuff your balls
>ohgodthepain.png
>Surges of hurt pulse throughout your body but you have to get away
>Energy bars were your thing, you always had one every time you woke up
>And the sudden burst of energy was enough to stand up, slap them in the face with your discdick
>They retract from you in surprise
>You slowly remove the CD from your cock and throw it
>It returns like a boomerang, somehow managing to cut their heads off
>Blood stains the walls
>Thankfully what they didn't know was that
>Blood was your fetish
>Today was a good day