Title:           The Breakfast Club 1
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Friday 1st of March 2013 08:53:04 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 11th of January 2015 03:42:26 PM CDT

Tuesday, March 24, some year.
Transient Manor, outskirts of Ponyville.
 
Dear Princess Celestia,
 
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice what seemed like a lifetime in a mansion for whatever it was we did wrong. If what we did 'was' wrong.
But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a slacker, a dork, an idiot, a bitch and a rapist.
Correct?
That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
 
 
>Some days ago.
"So this is where I'll be living huh?"
>You shield your eyes from the sun and look up at the hill.
>Atop it sits a massive mansion.
"It looks decrepit."
>Twilight Sparkle tuts, "Oh, it will be great, Anon! Princess Celestia personally requested you get the master bedroom!"
>She was nice enough to get you a house after you arrived in Equestria, but apparently not kind enough to meet you in person yet.
>And you would have roommates.
"Twilight, why do these ponies live all the way out here in the middle of nowhere?"
>It's almost like the mansion was purposefully placed well away from Ponyville.
>"Don't worry, I'll still come to visit!"
>That's not what you asked.
>She nudges your toward the path.
>"Let's go! You gotta meet your roommates!"
>Oh joy.
>You walk up the hill with Twilight.
>The trees outside: dead.
>The flowers in the garden: dead.
>The green paint on the building: chipping.
"I'm going to die here, aren't I?"
>Twilight rolls her eyes and knocks on the door.
>You're surprised it didn't fall in.
>"WHOTH THERE??"
>Great, one of your roommates sounds like a gay...
>"It's Twilight Sparkle! I brought your new roommate!"
>The door swings open and there stands-
>A filly.
>She has a bright red frizzy mane and glasses.
>"Ooo! You have glastheth justh like me!" She adjusts her thick frames.
>A pony appears behind her.
>"Yay! My A-Anon, you're f-finally here!"
"Fluttershy?!"
 
 
>"So I asked Celestia if I could move here a-and she said yes."
>More room for all her animals?
>Yeah right.
>This crazy bitch knew you were coming to live here.
>And after that night you spent at her cottage upon first arriving, you knew the rape she was capable of.
"I'm not staying here. Twilight, let me stay with you."
>"Sorry Anon, but this is Princess Celestia's request. She wants you to stay at the transient manor and report what you learn about yourself to her through an essay."
"What?"
>Twilight pulls a scroll from her saddlebag and hands it to you.
>You unroll it and read
>'My faithful student Twilight Sparkle, I ask you to please escort Anonymous to the transient manor where he will be staying for now. He is to report to me with an essay explaining his self reflection before he is able to assimilate into the Ponyville society. Princess Celestia.'
"Transient manor? Assimilate? Self reflection? What is this?!"
>"Thith isth an exthperiment!" The odd filly speaks up, "I'm Twistht! I'm really awkward!"
"I can tell."
>"Printhesth Thelesthtia put usth all here to overcome our problemsth to fit into Ponyville better."
>Fluttershy nods, "Except for me, I chose to be here..."
>You push your glasses up your nose.
"I don't really have a problem. I'm not defective."
>"Oh, none of the ponies here are 'defective' per say," Twilight interjects, "you're here simply because we've never had a Human in Equestria and need to make sure you can fit into Ponyville."
>Twilight rubs your leg with a hoof.
>"But I know you'll do just fine here, Anon. So please try your best. For me?"
>She blinks her eyes several times at you and smiles.
"Hnnng..."
>Master Twilight commands it.
"Can I s-stay with you Twilight? I'll sh-show you I can... 'fit in'..."
>Oh god, what did you just say?!
>"Oh Anon, you'll be fine." She says her goodbyes and leaves.
>You sigh and look down.
>Fluttershy hugs you
>"Okay Anon, let me show you where we'll be sl-sleeping!"
 
 
>After you cunt-punt Fluttershy across the room, Twist takes you upstairs to your room.
>This mansion may be decrepit and gloomy on the outside, but on the inside it is huge and could be very regal with a little touching up.
>There are a lot of paintings, expensive looking rugs, chandeliers, and even a few suits of pony armor.
>A grey mare with bubbles on her flank and askew eyes walks out of a room
>And straight into a suit of armor.
>It collapses, sending pieces of metal clattering across the floor.
>The mare screeches in shock and rolls backwards.
>Down the stairs.
>You flinch every time her body hits a step as she crashes down the winding staircase.
>Finally, she hits the bottom.
>You run over to the banister with Twist.
"Are you okay?!"
>She gets up, shakes her head, pulls a piece of armor from her ear and flies up to the second story like it was nothing.
>She lands and looks at both of you with a derpy smile.
>Is she looking at you, or Twist?
>Or both of you?
>Her left eye drifts into place with a squelching noise, focusing her amber gaze on you.
>Creepy.
>"Hi! My name's Derpy Hooves, what's yours?"
"Hey, I'm Anon..."
>"Heesth our new roommate!" Twist informs spaghetti mare.
>Derpy approaches and hands you a key.
>"This is the key to my room. Come by any time you wanna muff some muffins, stud muffin."
>She tries and fails to wink at you.
>Then rolls down the stairs.
"What was that?"
>"Oh, Derpy isth justh like that," Twist smiles, "shesth an idiot!"
>Well that's not very nice.
>You continue on your way to the master bedroom.
 
 
>Jesus Christ, is this place a dungeon in a Zelda game?
>It's huge.
>Like, four stories huge.
>And your room is conveniently located at the top.
>Twist welcomes you again and lets you get settled in.
>The room is very big with a balcony outside of a massive window.
>The only furniture is the bed, a couple dressers and a velvet recliner.
>A door along the wall opens up.
>A blue pony with her mane wrapped in a towel walks out with a toothbrush in her mouth.
>You both freeze and stare at each other.
"Uh, hello?"
>She looks you over and holds her nose in the air.
>"Ve gwft nd pwoeufuo Twickie waf nut awaeh yu wouf be hew fwo fwoon."
"What?"
>She removes the toothbrush from her mouth, "Trixie SAID: The Great And Powerful Trixie was not aware you would be here so soon!"
>You look around.
"Who is 'The Great And Powerful Trixie?'"
>The mare poses and removes her towel, exposing a damp white mane and her identity as a unicorn.
>"It is I, fool!"
>Great, a pony stuck in the third-pony.
>This house was full of surprises.
"Alright, so why are you in my room?"
>She tosses the towel on the floor and shakes her mane.
>"Trixie's shower is much too small for one as great as Trixie,"
"Too small for your ego probably..."
>"So Trixie comes up here to use this one. Get used to it. Trixie showers every morning and evening."
>With that, she teleports from your room.
>You sigh and lay on your bed.
>Now that those horrible introductions are out of the way, you decide the only reasonable thing to do is sleep.
"I hope you're right Twilight."
 
 
>"And then you'd f-fill me up with your cr-crum and we'd have little foals and live happily ever after! Eep!"
>You awake to Fluttershy whispering into your ear.
>Her hoof is actively stroking your hard-on through your jeans.
>You yell and roll off the bed.
"Fluttershy, what the fuck?!"
>She shrinks away when you stand up and glare at her.
"What are you doing in my room?!"
>She stares straight at the bulge in your pants.
>"Um, I c-came to wake you up for dinner..."
>You reach into your pants and tuck your wood up under your belt.
>Hopefully you wouldn't cum into your belly button this time.
"Alright. Show me where the kitchen is."
>She hops off the bed and walks past you.
>You follow her down to the second floor.
>A grand dining room lays before you with a long oak table below three chandeliers.
>The rest of your motley roommates sit at the table.
>"Oh, finally the lazy newcomer decides to grace us with his presence!" Trixie announces from the head of the table.
>Bitch.
>You sit down next to Fluttershy.
>Twist and Derpy smile at you from the opposite side.
>This table is a little ridiculous for four ponies and a Human, considering there are eleven more seats.
"Sorry for making you wait."
>You can see someone worked hard on a meal of lasagna, salad, bread sticks and wine.
>Fluttershy dishes up a plate for you.
>"Eat a lot now, you'll need a lot of energy for the f-fucking we'll be doing tonight..."
>You stop her from dishing you a second square of lasagna.
"We won't be doing anything, Fluttershy."
>Derpy talks with a mouth full of pasta, "Yeah, you should probably stop attempting to hump anything that moves and stay in your own room."
>You see Twist snicker through the glow of a candle.
>Okay, so all these mares are bitches to each other and Trixie is just a bitch in general.
>The atmosphere is awkward now as Fluttershy hides in her mane and plays with her food.
>You clear your throat and look at Trixie
"So, why such a big place for so few ponies?"
>Trixie glares at the tomato that keeps rolling away from her fork, "Well lazy ape, obviously there will be more ponies coming here eventually. This little experiment of Celestia's has only been recently put into place. She is sending her sister Luna here for a term next week. And the pony with anxiety attacks, Roseluck will be here this weekend."
 
 
>Twist stops poking Derpy with her fork to speak, "And maybe our gardensth will be sprusthed up finally!"
>Trixie nods and gives up on the tomato, "We tried to get Derpy to do it, but she's too stupid to even operate a hose."
>Twist snickers again and pokes Derpy's wing with her fork.
>Derpy seems to ignore all this and continues stuffing lasagna in her face.
>A bread stick approaches your face from the side.
>You lean away and glare at Fluttershy.
"Stop it."
>She keeps pressing, "Is being fed your fetish?"
"Of course it is, Fluttershy."
>You take a mouthful of lasagna and turn back to her.
"Being fwed by myswef."
>She deflates and goes back to poking at her meal.
>The rest of dinner is eaten in silence.
>Eventually, Derpy finishes and flies away, covered in sauce and ranch with bread stick crumbs all over her face.
>Twist finishes and takes their dishes into the kitchen, grumbling.
>Trixie burps and pushes her plate to the side.
>"Hey ape, there's a hot tub on the third floor if you want to relax. No funny business."
>She teleports away.
>You look at Fluttershy and shrug.
"Everyone here is so nice."
>She looks a little sad, "They're all still a little upset that Celestia p-put them here I th-think..."
>They had probably been doing just fine in Ponyville before being banished here.
>You take your plate and head into the kitchen.
>It looks like some place a professional chef would work in.
>Twist stands on a stool in front of the sink, washing dishes.
>You walk over to her and smile.
"Hey Twist, want some help?"
>She stops scrubbing and looks surprised at you
>"You wanna help me?"
>Obviously she isn't used to being offered help.
>And maybe even company.
"Yeah, that's what roommates do, right?"
>You set your plate and glass in the soapy water then take the plate from her hooves to dry it with a towel.
>She still looks astonished, but slowly smiles.
>"Thanksth Anon! You're pretty sthwell!"
>Truth be told, you really don't want to do work. But it's probably best to try and stay away from being a target of Twist's fork next meal.
 
 
>Soon Fluttershy drops off her dishes and has to be chased away after blatantly offering fellatio in front of Twist.
>You browse through a spice rack, waiting for Twist to get done scrubbing the lasagna dish.
>You look over at her busy hooves and notice something.
"Hey Twist?"
>"Yesth?"
"What's that?"
>You point to the faint lines on her left leg.
>She attempts to hide them in the water.
>"I dunno."
>You reach into the suds and pull her leg up.
>Yes, there are bare, straight lines where her coat isn't growing back.
>One is scabbed over.
"Twist! What happened?"
>She jerks her leg away from you.
>The wine glass she holds flies to the ground and shatters.
>She closes her eyes, "LEAVE ME ALONE STHTUPID!"
>An awkward silence settles over the large room.
>After a moment, you both go back to your tasks.
>You quickly glance over at her.
>The filly stares emotionless into the bubbles as she works.
>"My aunt saysth I wasth a mithtake..."
>You keep drying silverware.
>"My parentsh both travel Equesthtria, so I haven't stheen them in a long time. I sthtayed with my aunt. My aunt isth not stho nicth... Sthe alwaysth tellsth me I'm an accsthident, that my parentsth never wanted me and pawned me off on her stho they could travel sthelling candy."
>You stare at her, letting her go.
>"Sthe sthaysth my dumb listhp isth why I have no friendsth... But I know thatsth not true."
"Right! What do you think Twist?"
>"I know poniesth don't like me becausthe I'm a dork. Not becausthe of my listhp. My listhp isth why I cut mysthelf though."
>Those are razor marks on her leg.
>And at least one is fresh.
 
 
>You reach over and stop her from scrubbing a plate.
>She looks up at you
"You're not a dork, Twist. And even if you think you're not wanted, it was no mistake that you were born."
>She looks into your eyes.
"I don't know what your life was like in Ponyville, but you're here now. Away from your aunt. Away from the ponies that won't be your friends. I may just be the new guy here and I may not even know you very well, but I know that you shouldn't let a few bad apples hold you down."
>Your sister was a cutter.
>Then a user.
>Then a prostitute.
>Then a corpse.
>It wasn't to say Twist would follow this pattern,
>But it was still not ideal.
>And struck a sensitive chord in you.
"Twist, you can talk to me if you want. I know someone who went through the same thing. I never intervened, and I know I could have changed the outcome, had I just offered an ear and some time."
>She looks thoughtful.
"I wouldn't mind listening if you wanted? I may not be able to help you sort out your thoughts, but I'm a good listener."
>She pulls her hoof away from you and smiles.
>"Thanksth Anon."
>She rinses the last glass and hands it to you for drying.
>You watch her pull the plug on the sink and hop off the stool.
>She walks away from you toward the door.
>"I apprethiate it but-"
>She looks back at you with a sad smile before she leaves.
>"You're justh a monkey."
>The sound of shattering glass fills the room again after she's gone.
>You sigh and rub your head, staring at the mess of glass on the ground.
 
 
>After a trip to your bedroom, you walk down the stairs in your swim trunks.
>This place could use an elevator.
>Fluttershy could be creeping around anywhere...
>Is she in that suit of armor?
>Is she in that giant vase?
>Is she in that Fluttershy costume?
"Oh shit, that's actually Fluttershy!"
>You dive behind the giant vase.
>She didn't notice you and flies by, leaving a trail of musk behind her.
>Lucky you remembered to lock your bedroom skulldoor.
>You resume your quick walk to the spa room.
>You only know where it is because of a map you found in a chest that you had to fight a skulltula with your slingshot to get to.
>Arriving at the room, you unlock the lock with a small key, making the chains across the door clatter to the floor.
>You enter.
>The room is actually not that big.
>There's a large stained-glass window along the back wall and vents on the ceiling to remove the steam.
>In the middle of the room is a large hot tub with a Derpy in it.
>She has a towel over her head and smiles at you.
>"Hey Anon, come on in, water's great!"
>This doesn't bode well.
>Didn't she talk about boffing her muffin or something earlier?
>Eh, she's just weird.
>You get in.
>This thing has jets.
>You have to move to avoid getting your crotch pounded with warm water.
>Derpy sighs and leans her head back on the edge of the tub, "This place is great isn't it?"
>You rub some hot water through your hair and place your glasses on the edge of the tub.
"I guess... You really like it here?"
>Even though Twist and Trixie pick on her?
>She swishes the water with a wing.
>Her eyes are behaving normally.
>Or you guess it would be irregularly for her.
>"If it were up to this mare, she'd never go back to Ponyville."
 
 
"Why? Isn't that why you're here? To assimilate into Ponyville?"
>Derpy splashes you with water.
>"Fluttershy's not the only one willingly here. Sure, I didn't want to come at first, but after a while, I realized this place is better for me."
>She presses a button and the jets increase strength.
"So you didn't fit in in Ponyville too well?"
>She looks confused, "Of course I fit in Ponyville, I'm not THAT big silly!"
"No, that's not what I meant-"
>"If I couldn't fit in Ponyville, how could I fit in this mansion? Geez, and they call ME stupid..."
"I meant into the-"
>"Or in this hot tub! What would I do if I was too big for this great hot tub?!"
"Guess you'd be out in the cold."
>"What would a giant pony eat?"
"Ponies?"
>"Do you think they could make me a giant muffin?"
"Depends on how much muffin mix they have..."
>"But I'd probably wreck a lot of stuff, heh heh!"
>This conversation derailed quickly.
"Derpy, what was it like for you in Ponyville?"
>She looks up at the steam swirling around the vents.
>"Well, it wasn't much fun. I'm pretty stupid. And clumsy. I wrecked a lot of stuff and no one wanted to be around me. If I tried to get close to anyone, they would throw things at me."
>She screws up her face into a comical glare, "Go away Disaster Hooves, you ruin everything! Why can't you just take a hint and go away! You're so stupid!"
>Suddenly that face isn't so comical.
>"Maybe if you never came to Ponyville, things would run smoothly!"
>She hits the water with her hoof and smiles menacingly, "Take that! And don't come back! Hahaha!"
>She smiles serenely again, "Kinda like that."
"They... Hit you?"
>She nods and shrugs, "Only if I didn't leave."
"And they called you stupid?"
>She knocks her head with a hoof and sticks out her tongue, "Well, I am stupid."
 
 
>You shake your head.
"Why do you think that?"
>"Because they said so."
"So you believe anything a pony tells you?"
>"If several ponies say the same thing, it must be true right? I may be dumb, but I know enough to recognize a pattern."
"DON'T SAY THAT!"
>Derpy looks shocked at your outburst.
"Don't let some assholes tell you what you are! Obviously they're the dumb ones if they don't even take the time to get to know the real you!"
>"But I really did ruin everything."
>You hit the water like she did.
"That doesn't give them the right to insult and hit you! So you're a little clumsy, it's not a sign of your intelligence!"
>You don't know why you're so worked up.
>It's not like you even really knew this mare.
>But that conversation with Twist still stuck in your mind.
>And there was something definitely wrong in Ponyville.
>"You... Don't think I'm dumb?" Derpy looks at you shyly.
"No! Quirky maybe, but not dumb."
>She giggles, "Well how about this, yesterday I stared at the toaster for an hour before Trixie told me there was nothing in it."
"Everyone has those moments."
>"It wasn't even plugged in."
"So you spaced a little? Happens all the time."
>"I was waiting for muffins to pop out."
"Well..."
>"And that 'toaster' turned out to be a microwave."
>Well shit.
"Derpy, that doesn't make you dumb."
>She laughs and turns down the jets.
>"Either way, this place is much better for me."
>You wish there was some way to make her change her mind.
>But you don't really know her all that well.
>"It's the ideal place for ponies like us."
>What is Celestia's true intention?
>"Where else could we live normally?"
>Is she really trying to help these ponies?
>"This place is like paradise."
>Or simply cutting out the 'problems' in Ponyville?
>"Where we belong."
>Cutting out-
>"The freaks."
 
 
>The next morning you awake with Fluttershy attached to your lower half.
>You extract her, toss her out of the room squealing and go to your bathroom.
>Trixie kicks you out.
>"TRIXIE TOLD YOU SHE BATHES IN THE MORNING, FOOL!"
>You sigh and head out to search for a bathroom on a lower level.
>A moving portrait of a fat lady on the third floor tells you there's a lovely restroom on the first floor with plenty of supplies.
>Ignoring the odd happening, you head that way.
>When you get to ground level, a loud bong reverberates through the mansion.
>You're not in the Queen's land...
>That must be the doorbell.
>You walk over to the large doors and pull one open.
>"Hi Anon!"
>Your girlfrien-er, Twilight Sparkle stands on the porch.
"Hey Twilight, come to rescue me?"
>She giggles in her adorable way, "What's wrong? Is the food bad? Beds not comfortable?"
>She gasps, "Are they actually making you WORK?!"
>You grumble.
"So you came here to mock me?"
>She gets over her giggling and pushes a box toward you.
>"Nah, I just came to check up on you. Looks like you guys had a package out here too."
>You pick it up and see it's for 'The Great And Powerful Trixie'.
>"So, how is it here?"
"It's pretty weird, all these ponies are-"
>"IS THAT MY PACKAGE?!"
>You turn around and look up.
>Trixie jumps over the fourth floor railing.
>"MY PACKAAAAAAGE!"
>The blue pony flies at you like a missile.
>She teleports mid-air and lands next to you, swiping the package out of your hands.
>"It's here!"
>She stops ogling the prize and notices Twilight.
>They glare at each other, horns sparking.
>"Trixie, I didn't know YOU were her-"
>"No visitors until the weekend!"
>Trixie slams the door in Twilight's face and seals the entrance with magic.
 
 
"What the hell, Trixie?!"
>You try to pull the doors back open but they don't budge.
"Open the doors!"
>"If Trixie doesn't get visitors, then no one gets visitors!"
>You look out of a window and see Twilight walking away from the mansion.
"Trixie you bitch, I-"
>She's gone.
>Stupid magic.
>Your shower power shit and shave can wait,
>Trixie needs to be confronted.
>You reach for your clawshot to grapple onto the fourth floor chandelier, but realize you don't own a clawshot.
>So you run up the stairs instead.
>Wait, where is Trixie's room anyways?
>Well, you're on the third floor
>And there's a door with Trixie's stupid cutie mark on it.
>You don't bother knocking and burst in.
"Trixie!"
>The room is empty.
>Of Trixie at least.
>Several photos of her are hung up around the room.
>No pictures of her family.
>No pictures of her friends.
>Just pictures of The Great And Egotistical Trixie.
>And there's her package on the bed.
>There's her package on the bed!
>After a quick look around for the mare, you pick up the package.
>The label gives an address of a 'Hoofdini'.
"Hoofdini? What?"
>Stamped in big red block letters beside the label is 'RETURN TO SENDER'.
>It's sealed, so you do the reasonable thing and rip it open.
>Inside, you find a folded piece of paper and a new black top hat.
>You toss the box down and unfold the paper.
>It's a letter.
>'Dear father, I know you probably won't read this, but if you do this time, happy birthday-'
>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!"
 
 
>Trixie stands in the doorway.
>She looks furious.
>And like she's been crying.
"I was just... I saw this and... "
>Wait, you're pissed at her!
"I opened your package!"
>She stomps her hoof, "Why are you in Trixie's room?!"
>You smile and wave her letter at her.
"If I don't get packages, no one gets packages!"
>It was petty, sure.
>But people, or rather ponies like her got under your skin.
>Trixie grinds her teeth
>"Get. Out."
"I see he sent your package back. What's wrong, even dad thinks you're too much of a bitch to be around?"
>"SHUT UP!"
"How long has it been since you've seen him?"
>"Don't think you know anything about me monkey!"
"How cliche can you get? ANOTHER girl with daddy issues."
>Her horn glows.
>You react quickly and leap forward.
>She yelps when you grasp her horn in your left hand.
>"Let go!"
>Her spell is disrupted and she fails to tug her horn out of your grip.
"And let you cast a spell on me? I don't think so. No Trixie, it's about time someone taught you a lesson, I think."
>With your other arm, you scoop her up while maintaining a hold on her magic source.
>She wiggles in your grip, but is light and easy to overpower.
>"PUT ME DOWN YOU PERVERT!"
 
 
>You slam her onto the bed and press her face into the sheets by her horn.
"Don't flatter yourself, sweetie."
>You hiss into her ear.
>She grunts and strains against you.
"You know that Twist cuts herself? Do you think you can tell me why Derpy is convinced she's an idiot?"
>Of course she can't respond with her face in the mattress.
"Do you know why I'm so upset about you, Trixie? Why I'm even wasting my time on you? Because you're just like my stupid sister. She was just like you. She was spiteful and bitter because of some daddy issues she could never get over. Then you know what she did to 'solve her problems'? She started cutting herself. She started using drugs. She started fucking strangers for money. Then she killed herself in an overdose. And you know what she did the whole way down that spiral? She blamed everyone else for her problems. She killed herself and blamed her own family for it!"
 
 
>Trixie jerks her body and her horn slips from your palm.
>She rolls over but you manage to pin her again and reclaim a hold on her horn.
>She glares up at you.
>"Oh BOO HOO!"
>She spits into your face.
>"The monkey has a sad past and his whack-job monkey sister croaked, who cares! You don't know ANYTHING about Trixie! And you never will!"
>She spits on you again.
>You slap your free hand over her mouth and she tries to bite it.
"You're a selfish cunt!"
>She pushes your hand away from her mouth, "Get off me! You smell like ass!"
"You have the social skills of an ass!"
>"I hate you!"
"Your own DAD hates you!"
>"At least Trixie's father doesn't hate her so much he would kill himself!"
>You slap her.
>She looks shocked.
>"You... You hit me!"
>You breathe heavy and stare at her with wide eyes.
"Y-You crossed the line..."
>She wraps her hooves around your throat.
>"I'LL KILL YOU!"
>Her grip is utterly weak.
>You laugh in her face.
"You couldn't even hurt me without using that horn."
>Her face turns red with fury, "I HATE YOU!"
>Seems she ditches the third-pony act when enraged.
"I hate YOU."
>"Why don't you go die!"
"Why?! I'm already in HELL!"
>"None of us even like you! Even Celestia obviously doesn't like you! You're an untrustworthy freak!"
"You're just sad."
>"How does it feel to know you killed your sister?!"
>You slap her again.
>This time she laughs.
>"You hit like a bit-"
>Her words are cut off by your lips on hers.
 
 
>You explore Trixie's mouth with your tongue.
>She freezes up in shock.
>Her hooves give a weak push on your throat.
>You pull back panting and scan her face.
"You're the biggest bitch I've ever met."
>"You're the biggest asshole Trixie has ever met."
>You glare at each other.
"I hate you."
>"I hate you more."
>And with that, you let go of her horn.
>Trixie drags your shirt over your head with her magic and tosses the garment aside.
>"Your body is revolting."
>She hisses through her teeth as you forcefully grip her jaw with one hand and press your lips to her throat.
>You growl against her hot coat.
"Your body smells like a farm yard."
>She grips the back of your head and you feel her magic tear away your pants.
>"You don't deserve to even LOOK at Trixie's body."
>Her warm groin grinds against the front of your boxer-briefs.
"Why would any sane being want to look at your body?"
>Your lips slam against hers again and this time her tongue shoves it's way into your mouth.
>She slides her tongue over your canines and groans into your mouth.
>Pulling away again, you smirk at her.
>You can see behind her hateful glare she wants you to do something.
"Fuck you."
>"Fuck you!"
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
>"You wish you could fuck Trixie."
"Why wish it when I can just force you?"
>"You wouldn't. You're a spineless coward."
>You flip her back over and press her face into the bed again.
>This time, her back end is raised underneath you.
>You pull down your briefs.
"Shut up. Your voice pisses me off."
 
 
>Never would you have imagined a scene like this.
>In Trixie's bedroom-
>Her face held against her mattress-
>Her flanks raised and tail hanging aside-
>You don't hesitate and thrust into her.
>She pulls her face up and laughs.
>"It's s-so t-tiny!"
>You grit your teeth and pump into her in a frenzy.
"Then why are you moaning, bitch?"
>She tries to retort but gasps when you hilt in her again.
>"Trixie isn't m-moaning! You're- AHHHhhhhh... Horrible at this!"
>The sounds of wet slapping, grunts and squeals take the place of insults for a moment.
"You're a horrible, spiteful, sad bitch! Your father is probably ashamed he ever fucked up his life when he fucked your mother and made you!"
>You bend forward and forcefully bite her neck.
>She slams her hips back in synch with your thrusts and you feel your cock reach untapped regions inside of her.
>"Shut up and focus on your horrible attempt at fucking Trixie!"
>She screams as you apply more pressure with your jaw around her neck and pick up the pace with your thrusts.
>Her insides twitch and you bring her to a wailing orgasm.
>The sheets are doused in a shower of fluids.
>Trixie screams at the wall, "RAPE! RAPE! OH CELESTIA THE MONKEY IS RAPING M-"
>You cover her mouth.
"Shut up!"
>Her screams are muffled and her eyes roll up into her head when you give one last thrust against her and release.
>You press her head down as hard as you can and fill her womb with your cum.
>It all stops and you slide out of her.
>Both of you stare at each other, sweating and gasping for breath.
>You grunt and collect your clothes.
>"I hate you."
>You leave her room as she pulls a pillow close to sleep with a faint smile.
"I hate you more, bitch."
>It's still not even noon yet and you're ready for a nap.
>Fate however, had something else in mind.
 
 
End of part 1