G&H Read Fanfics 2: Dinky Abuse
Hydkore: Seriously, fuck our lives. We’ve been trapped in here for a week now!
Glassed: Fear not, for from above, the wicked shall receive their just reward.
Hydkore and Glassed: (looks up and sees a window)
Hydkore : (raises an eyebrow)
Glassed: How the hell did we not see that before now?!
Hydkore: Screw it, let’s give it a go!
Glassed: OK, ready?
Hydkore: Like an armored troll!
Glassed: Okay?... You’ve been playing that DLC for Skyrim again, haven’t you? On the count of three. 1...2...
Glassed and Hydkore: 3!
(Glassed uses Hydkore as a jumping board but slips and falls down)
Hydkore: (lungs empty) Ufh!
Glassed: (rolls off from Hydkore and groans) Auh, that freaking hurt! And before I’ll cry from it, I have to say it’s all your fault... somehow!
Hydkore: (inhales deeply) Me? The one who shared that last chocolate bar with you?!
Glassed: Which was mine originally!
Hydkore: (sighs and assumes fetal position) Let's face it. We’re as good as dead! At least it can’t get any-(monitor lights up)
Pinkie: (From TV) HI GUYS!
Glassed: (scowls at Hydkore) Oh, I’m sorry? Were you about to say ‘worse’?!
Hydkore: No, no of course not...
Pinkie: (From TV) So, you guys ready for another story-sorting?
Hydkore: Can we get some food before doing so?
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) You’re just gonna empty your stomachs anyways.
Glassed: She has a point...Sadly enough.
Hydkore: So, what story are we going through today Pinkie?
Pinkie: (From TV) Just a moment, we still need the third riffer. If all goes after plan, she’ll be here aaaaany second...
(door gets blasted through the room and a violet unicorn comes in, horn-blazing)
Sparkler: I’m here boys! No need to worr-(another door comes up from the ground behind her)
Glassed: It’s just bad idea on bad idea these days...
Sparkler: ...Ponyfeathers!
Hydkore: So, wait, how did you get in while we didn’t get out? The security system should be still online, after all.
Pinkie: (From TV) All according to plan! (reactivates the security system)
Glassed: We’re so sorry Sparkler.
Sparkler: It’s OK Glassed, my fault...
Pinkie: (From TV) I really think you’ll like today’s story! It’s about Dinky!
Sparkler: Dinky? That... can’t be that bad, right?
Hydkore: Don’t be so sure, last week it was the Cakes’s foals...
Glassed: (shudders) That wasn’t pretty...
(Buzzer goes off)
All: Let the story-sorting begin!
Dinky Abuse.
Glassed: Promising title.
Hydkore: Perhaps everything about titles is opposites? Neither ‘Cupcakes’ or ‘Balloons’ sounded horrible, but they were. Maybe this isn’t that bad? I mean, the author couldn’t be so direct with his titles, right?
Author: mrhappyface
Hydkore and Glassed: OH GOD NO!!
Glassed: Hyd’ pack your bags! We’re getting out of here!
Hydkore: Way ahead of you!
Sparkler: What’s wrong?
Glassed: Everything’s wrong! (shuffles through the ‘M’-folder and hands Sparkler a story by mrhappyface)
Sparkler: (reads) … Fluttershy did WHAT with the walrus?!
Hydkore: Ready! Now lets get the hell out of here before it sta-
YAY!!! Even more Dinky abuse! In this story it doesn’t matter how the fuck I got into Equestria, how the fuck I get away with this shit, or even why the hell Dinky is home alone in the first place.
Hydkore: Oh no...
Glassed: (drops to his knees) It couldn’t be...
Hydkore and Glassed: A self-insert of mrhappyface?!
All that matters is that loveable, baby unicorn getting raped, abused, tortured, and murdered by me. So, without further adieu, let’s get started shall we? Ahem....
Sparkler: Or we could just stop here and never speak of this again?
Hydkore: Please?
I was walking around outside on this cold, rainy night for one reason, and one reason only, to "Play"
Glassed: “-the song ‘Singing in the Rain’”
with that beautiful, baby, unicorn filly I had spent so much time watching. Now, it seemed, I had the perfect opportunity to fulfill my dark desires while her mother was away for some reason I don't give a shit about.
Hydkore: “Something about bad fanfiction or whatever.”
Sparkler: Dinky...
I was a typical male, average height, medium length, black hair, wearing a red tee shirt, camouflaged back pack, blue jeans, black tennis shoes, and black sunglasses, a black handkerchief around my face, concealing it and a silver necklace with an amulet in the shape of a pentagram. Anyway,
Hydkore: Oh, that was just a casual overlook of yourself?
Glassed: I’m more interested in the order he described himself in. The backpack before the pants? It just seems so... Random. Is the backpack more important than his pants?
Hydkore: Pants are overrated.
Sparkler: And lets not forget the silver pentagram, everypony!
I approached her house from the rear, (Thank god, it was next to a forest.)
Glassed: Derpy and Dinky live in Fluttershy’s cottage?
Sparkler: Didn’t you know? Cottages like hers are very popular nowadays amongst house buyers.
Hydkore: And a single mother is totally capable of buying one, too.
and from my back pack, I pulled out a lock pick.
Hydkore: Hopefully he brought a whole pile of them. By guess, that lock looks like expert difficulty.
Glassed: You have been playing Skyrim, haven’t you?
Hydkore: (sighs) I still need the money for the armored troll.
I crept up to the back door and slid the lock pick into place, being extra careful to hold it steady, so it didn't break. After fumbling with it for a few seconds
Glassed: Or in my case, whenever I’m lock-picking, a few hours.
I heard a satisfying click, signaling my success. I put the lock pick into my blue jeans pocket and snuck inside, being sure to keep low to avoid detection.
Hydkore: Unfortunately your sneak isn’t high enough and he was caught!
Sparkler: Stop right there, criminal scum! You must pay your fine of 40 bits!
A lightning strike out side lit up the dark room and I saw I was in a kitchen.
Glassed: (cocks eyebrow) Lightning strike? Dark? How the hell did he even pick that lock then?
I ducked behind a white table and peered out into the living room.
Sparkler: Geez he loves to explain the colours.
Hydkore: Doesn’t help knowing this guy’s acting like a satanist.
Glassed: This is what Satanists do in their spare-time?
The living room had brown, shag carpeting, and white paint on the walls. The walls had a border going around the top and bottom that had a green background, with blueberry muffins dancing around along it.
Sparkler: Derpy Hooves presents: Dancing with Muffins.
Hydkore: A Sugarcube Corner production.
Against the wall was a big, soft, white sofa with 2 muffin shaped pillows on it. Across from the sofa was a normal sized plasma screen T.V. tuned to a filly's cartoon channel. And in front of the T.V. watching intently, was my ultimate prize,
Glassed: A 2 week trip to Hawaii?
Hydkore: A new car?
Sparkler: A way out of this story?
Dinky Hooves, the light purple unicorn filly. She looked so beautiful,
Sparkler: This is Dinky we’re talking about right? Not that she isn’t adorable, but he describes her almost as some form of goddess...
Glassed: Maybe she’s doing something spectacular to make herself look stunning?
sitting in front of the T.V. eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
Glassed: ...Or maybe the guy’s just a creepy bastard?
A sick, sadistic smile crept onto my face and my mouth started to water,
Hydkore: That must be some really good ice-cream!
I had to hold myself back so I didn't charge right in,
Glassed; (stomach grumbles) Gah, don’t give me any ideas...
I had to be careful. I looked back around and saw, to my frustration, an adult mare sitting on the sofa. She was a light, almost mint green unicorn, with a short green mane and tail and a lyre cutie mark.
Hydkore: Wait, Lyra has a green hair?(checks Lyra pictures in little black book) That’s not green! That’s cyan!
Glassed: ...Why do you have a book with pictures of various ponies?
I thought about adding her to my little "play time" but decided against it,
Sparkler: “Ain’t no way I’ll let her have the ice-cream!”
she was an unnecessary risk, getting in the way of my goal. I quietly unzipped my back pack and pulled out a small box. I opened the box and pulled out
Glassed: “My ice-cream spoons.”
an unloaded Colt M1911,
All: …
Glassed: Ooookay, am I the only one who died a little inside by that pun?
a silencer, and a magazine, containing about five shots.
Hydkore: OBJECTION! Colt M1911 has seven shots in the magazine plus one possible extra in the chamber!
Sparkler: And how do you know that?
Hydkore: I’ve been hanging out with Fallen Prime a lot lately... before getting trapped in here.
I never really expected to use it, but I was glad I decided to bring it along, makes things simpler.
Glassed: Cause you definitely need a gun in world of pastel coloured ponies!
Sparkler: Actually, I don’t think that’s a bad idea. There’s timber wolves, hydras, manticores, changelings, wild animals...
Glassed: What I meant was; how’d you use them with hooves?
Sparkler: Oh...
I quickly and quietly assembled the gun and slid the clip into place.
Hydkore: Click-clack-clickety-click!
Glassed: ...I think he broke.
Hydkore: (twitches) I AM ERROR!
I cocked it, took aim at the green mare's head, gave a quiet chuckle, and gently pulled the trigger. Only moments later the bullet made contact with its target, cleanly striking her in the temple and going out the other. The mare's blood and bits of brain splashed up against the wall, just as Dinky turned around.
Sparkler: And all of this just for ice-cream.
Glassed: Very, very tasty sounding ice-cream...
"Mrs.Lyra? Mrs.Lyra?
Hydkore: Since when did Lyra get married?
Glassed: Bon Bon?
Hydkore: No, question was... Nevermind, this fic is hurtful enough.
What’s wrong? Please answer me. I'm scared." Dinky said to the corpse, being too young to understand the art of murder.
Glassed: (facepalm) Gurl, you just saw how her brains flew up the walls, which by the way should be impossible for .45 caliber bullet to do from a distance, and you don’t know she’s dead?
Hydkore: Not to mention how she could miss the firing sound? It is quiet, granted, but not that much...
Sparkler: And Dinky is very smart for her age.
I clicked the safety on and started to walk calmly into the living room with a horrible smile on my face.
Glassed: Like when I try to draw a smiley face!
Hydkore: (shudders) I still remember how you made me watch ‘Smiley’...
Dinky just saw me and said "Mister please! You have to help me! Something is wrong with Mrs.Lyra!" I just started laughing and kicked Dinky in the chest, sending her flying across the room, into the wall.
Hydkore: And through it, sending her through another wall, and another, and another, ect.
Sparkler: This is turning into a cartoon.
With a thud she impacted and started crying and shouting "Why mister? Why? I've never done anything to you!"
Glassed: Don’t you think that’s... odd? Why would she ask that? She was just kicked through the room and now she’s asking why and not running her little flank off?
Hydkore: The same reason why she asked help from a total stranger couple lines back.
I walked up to her and laughed as I started to unzip my pants, pulling my dick out.
All: (scoots over)
Hydkore: Okay, honestly that came out of nowhere for me.
Glassed: You mean to tell me he wasn’t after the ice-cream?! (Hydkore and Sparkler rolls their eyes)
I chuckled as Dinky tried to run away, screaming I might add,
Glassed: But why should she run away from something too small to see?
Hydkore: What do you... Oh... OH, BURN! (highfives Glassed)
but only to be backed into a corner where all she could do was cower in fear.
Glassed: I say! It seems the author is using fancy wording, old chap! (sips tea)
Hydkore: Ah, but Glassed, do you think he is educated enough to know what it bally means, my good sir? (adjusts golden monocle)
Glassed and Hydkore: Not at all! Hahahahaha~ (sips tea) Good show!
"I love it when they fight back!" I said and then I reached down and grabbed her.
Sparkler: ...Am I the only one disturbed by the fact he refers how he’s done this before?!
The little filly started to squirm and struggle but was too weak to do anything to stop me. I carried her over to the couch, pushed the dead body out of the way, sat down, and positioned the screaming filly above my dick.
Sparkler: Dinky is afraid of heights, but that’s not important in such low heights.
I slowly lowered her waist down to it, but she ended up kicking me in the stomach. I just laughed and punched her across the face, knocking out a tooth.
“Stop squirming you fucking whore! If you kick me again I will fucking kill you! Slowly!" I yelled at her, she stopped fighting and I lowered her down to my dick and slid it into her.
Glassed: Wow, he’s had like 2 lines and he’s actually acting OOC?!
Sparkler: I’m impressed.
All: (applause)
I came across an obstruction so I decided to burst her hymn slowly, making her feel every last bit of the delightful pain.
Glassed: (looks on Wikipedia) A ‘hymn’ is a type of song, usually religious, specifically written for the purpose of praise, adoration or prayer, and typically addressed to a deity or deities.
Hydkore: Makes perfect sense!
She screamed in agony as my dick busted through her hymn,
Hydkore: Skip it?
Glassed: Never! Look at all the religion in this story! The author clearly have a hidden message in this! It’s so deep!
Hydkore: (groans)
sending blood dribbling out of her vagina. I took one of my fingers and used it to scoop up some of the blood, which I then brought up to Dinky's face and said "Lick it!"
Hydkore: Well that’s a perfect hidden message right there!
at first she started whimpering and shook her head no, but I just shouted "DO IT OR I WILL FUCKING MELT YOUR FACE OFF WITH A MOTHER FUCKING LIGHTER!"
Sparkler: That doesn’t sound realistic...
Glassed: Unless she’s made of plastic.
she just nodded and wrapped her tongue around my finger, and began to suck on it.
I was sitting down, so I was using her as one would use a flesh light, manually gliding her across my dick.
Glassed: What do you know? She IS made of plastic!
Hydkore: Reminds me too much of that Lyra-doll they made a while back.
Sparkler: Wait, ‘across his dick’? What the heck is going on here?
Her young pussy was so tight that it felt like it was mildly constricting my penis, but, it felt so good I felt the all to familiar sensation of a pressure building up in my dick. I Thrusted
Hydkore: mrhappyface used ‘Thrust’.
Glassed: It’s not very effective!
Sparkler: As proper riffers, we have to use Pokemon-jokes.
a little harder, hearing Dinky let out a whiny Humph! Every time my waist impacted hers. And then, right before I came I pulled out , brought her face down to my dick, held open one of her eyes, and blew a thick stream of semen into her young, filly right eye.
All: ...EWW!
I laughed hysterically when she started to bawl from the sheer pain and agony. The sound of her agony filled screams started to arouse me again and my dick became erect once more.
All: ...
Sparkler: Break?
Glassed and Hydkore:YES!
(Buzzer goes off)
All: We’ve got break-sign!
Glassed: Fear not, for from above, the wicked shall receive their just reward.
Hydkore and Glassed: (looks up and sees a window)
Hydkore : (raises an eyebrow)
Glassed: How the hell did we not see that before now?!
Hydkore: Screw it, let’s give it a go!
Glassed: OK, ready?
Hydkore: Like an armored troll!
Glassed: Okay?... You’ve been playing that DLC for Skyrim again, haven’t you? On the count of three. 1...2...
Glassed and Hydkore: 3!
(Glassed uses Hydkore as a jumping board but slips and falls down)
Hydkore: (lungs empty) Ufh!
Glassed: (rolls off from Hydkore and groans) Auh, that freaking hurt! And before I’ll cry from it, I have to say it’s all your fault... somehow!
Hydkore: (inhales deeply) Me? The one who shared that last chocolate bar with you?!
Glassed: Which was mine originally!
Hydkore: (sighs and assumes fetal position) Let's face it. We’re as good as dead! At least it can’t get any-(monitor lights up)
Pinkie: (From TV) HI GUYS!
Glassed: (scowls at Hydkore) Oh, I’m sorry? Were you about to say ‘worse’?!
Hydkore: No, no of course not...
Pinkie: (From TV) So, you guys ready for another story-sorting?
Hydkore: Can we get some food before doing so?
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) You’re just gonna empty your stomachs anyways.
Glassed: She has a point...Sadly enough.
Hydkore: So, what story are we going through today Pinkie?
Pinkie: (From TV) Just a moment, we still need the third riffer. If all goes after plan, she’ll be here aaaaany second...
(door gets blasted through the room and a violet unicorn comes in, horn-blazing)
Sparkler: I’m here boys! No need to worr-(another door comes up from the ground behind her)
Glassed: It’s just bad idea on bad idea these days...
Sparkler: ...Ponyfeathers!
Hydkore: So, wait, how did you get in while we didn’t get out? The security system should be still online, after all.
Pinkie: (From TV) All according to plan! (reactivates the security system)
Glassed: We’re so sorry Sparkler.
Sparkler: It’s OK Glassed, my fault...
Pinkie: (From TV) I really think you’ll like today’s story! It’s about Dinky!
Sparkler: Dinky? That... can’t be that bad, right?
Hydkore: Don’t be so sure, last week it was the Cakes’s foals...
Glassed: (shudders) That wasn’t pretty...
(Buzzer goes off)
All: Let the story-sorting begin!
Dinky Abuse.
Glassed: Promising title.
Hydkore: Perhaps everything about titles is opposites? Neither ‘Cupcakes’ or ‘Balloons’ sounded horrible, but they were. Maybe this isn’t that bad? I mean, the author couldn’t be so direct with his titles, right?
Author: mrhappyface
Hydkore and Glassed: OH GOD NO!!
Glassed: Hyd’ pack your bags! We’re getting out of here!
Hydkore: Way ahead of you!
Sparkler: What’s wrong?
Glassed: Everything’s wrong! (shuffles through the ‘M’-folder and hands Sparkler a story by mrhappyface)
Sparkler: (reads) … Fluttershy did WHAT with the walrus?!
Hydkore: Ready! Now lets get the hell out of here before it sta-
YAY!!! Even more Dinky abuse! In this story it doesn’t matter how the fuck I got into Equestria, how the fuck I get away with this shit, or even why the hell Dinky is home alone in the first place.
Hydkore: Oh no...
Glassed: (drops to his knees) It couldn’t be...
Hydkore and Glassed: A self-insert of mrhappyface?!
All that matters is that loveable, baby unicorn getting raped, abused, tortured, and murdered by me. So, without further adieu, let’s get started shall we? Ahem....
Sparkler: Or we could just stop here and never speak of this again?
Hydkore: Please?
I was walking around outside on this cold, rainy night for one reason, and one reason only, to "Play"
Glassed: “-the song ‘Singing in the Rain’”
with that beautiful, baby, unicorn filly I had spent so much time watching. Now, it seemed, I had the perfect opportunity to fulfill my dark desires while her mother was away for some reason I don't give a shit about.
Hydkore: “Something about bad fanfiction or whatever.”
Sparkler: Dinky...
I was a typical male, average height, medium length, black hair, wearing a red tee shirt, camouflaged back pack, blue jeans, black tennis shoes, and black sunglasses, a black handkerchief around my face, concealing it and a silver necklace with an amulet in the shape of a pentagram. Anyway,
Hydkore: Oh, that was just a casual overlook of yourself?
Glassed: I’m more interested in the order he described himself in. The backpack before the pants? It just seems so... Random. Is the backpack more important than his pants?
Hydkore: Pants are overrated.
Sparkler: And lets not forget the silver pentagram, everypony!
I approached her house from the rear, (Thank god, it was next to a forest.)
Glassed: Derpy and Dinky live in Fluttershy’s cottage?
Sparkler: Didn’t you know? Cottages like hers are very popular nowadays amongst house buyers.
Hydkore: And a single mother is totally capable of buying one, too.
and from my back pack, I pulled out a lock pick.
Hydkore: Hopefully he brought a whole pile of them. By guess, that lock looks like expert difficulty.
Glassed: You have been playing Skyrim, haven’t you?
Hydkore: (sighs) I still need the money for the armored troll.
I crept up to the back door and slid the lock pick into place, being extra careful to hold it steady, so it didn't break. After fumbling with it for a few seconds
Glassed: Or in my case, whenever I’m lock-picking, a few hours.
I heard a satisfying click, signaling my success. I put the lock pick into my blue jeans pocket and snuck inside, being sure to keep low to avoid detection.
Hydkore: Unfortunately your sneak isn’t high enough and he was caught!
Sparkler: Stop right there, criminal scum! You must pay your fine of 40 bits!
A lightning strike out side lit up the dark room and I saw I was in a kitchen.
Glassed: (cocks eyebrow) Lightning strike? Dark? How the hell did he even pick that lock then?
I ducked behind a white table and peered out into the living room.
Sparkler: Geez he loves to explain the colours.
Hydkore: Doesn’t help knowing this guy’s acting like a satanist.
Glassed: This is what Satanists do in their spare-time?
The living room had brown, shag carpeting, and white paint on the walls. The walls had a border going around the top and bottom that had a green background, with blueberry muffins dancing around along it.
Sparkler: Derpy Hooves presents: Dancing with Muffins.
Hydkore: A Sugarcube Corner production.
Against the wall was a big, soft, white sofa with 2 muffin shaped pillows on it. Across from the sofa was a normal sized plasma screen T.V. tuned to a filly's cartoon channel. And in front of the T.V. watching intently, was my ultimate prize,
Glassed: A 2 week trip to Hawaii?
Hydkore: A new car?
Sparkler: A way out of this story?
Dinky Hooves, the light purple unicorn filly. She looked so beautiful,
Sparkler: This is Dinky we’re talking about right? Not that she isn’t adorable, but he describes her almost as some form of goddess...
Glassed: Maybe she’s doing something spectacular to make herself look stunning?
sitting in front of the T.V. eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
Glassed: ...Or maybe the guy’s just a creepy bastard?
A sick, sadistic smile crept onto my face and my mouth started to water,
Hydkore: That must be some really good ice-cream!
I had to hold myself back so I didn't charge right in,
Glassed; (stomach grumbles) Gah, don’t give me any ideas...
I had to be careful. I looked back around and saw, to my frustration, an adult mare sitting on the sofa. She was a light, almost mint green unicorn, with a short green mane and tail and a lyre cutie mark.
Hydkore: Wait, Lyra has a green hair?(checks Lyra pictures in little black book) That’s not green! That’s cyan!
Glassed: ...Why do you have a book with pictures of various ponies?
I thought about adding her to my little "play time" but decided against it,
Sparkler: “Ain’t no way I’ll let her have the ice-cream!”
she was an unnecessary risk, getting in the way of my goal. I quietly unzipped my back pack and pulled out a small box. I opened the box and pulled out
Glassed: “My ice-cream spoons.”
an unloaded Colt M1911,
All: …
Glassed: Ooookay, am I the only one who died a little inside by that pun?
a silencer, and a magazine, containing about five shots.
Hydkore: OBJECTION! Colt M1911 has seven shots in the magazine plus one possible extra in the chamber!
Sparkler: And how do you know that?
Hydkore: I’ve been hanging out with Fallen Prime a lot lately... before getting trapped in here.
I never really expected to use it, but I was glad I decided to bring it along, makes things simpler.
Glassed: Cause you definitely need a gun in world of pastel coloured ponies!
Sparkler: Actually, I don’t think that’s a bad idea. There’s timber wolves, hydras, manticores, changelings, wild animals...
Glassed: What I meant was; how’d you use them with hooves?
Sparkler: Oh...
I quickly and quietly assembled the gun and slid the clip into place.
Hydkore: Click-clack-clickety-click!
Glassed: ...I think he broke.
Hydkore: (twitches) I AM ERROR!
I cocked it, took aim at the green mare's head, gave a quiet chuckle, and gently pulled the trigger. Only moments later the bullet made contact with its target, cleanly striking her in the temple and going out the other. The mare's blood and bits of brain splashed up against the wall, just as Dinky turned around.
Sparkler: And all of this just for ice-cream.
Glassed: Very, very tasty sounding ice-cream...
"Mrs.Lyra? Mrs.Lyra?
Hydkore: Since when did Lyra get married?
Glassed: Bon Bon?
Hydkore: No, question was... Nevermind, this fic is hurtful enough.
What’s wrong? Please answer me. I'm scared." Dinky said to the corpse, being too young to understand the art of murder.
Glassed: (facepalm) Gurl, you just saw how her brains flew up the walls, which by the way should be impossible for .45 caliber bullet to do from a distance, and you don’t know she’s dead?
Hydkore: Not to mention how she could miss the firing sound? It is quiet, granted, but not that much...
Sparkler: And Dinky is very smart for her age.
I clicked the safety on and started to walk calmly into the living room with a horrible smile on my face.
Glassed: Like when I try to draw a smiley face!
Hydkore: (shudders) I still remember how you made me watch ‘Smiley’...
Dinky just saw me and said "Mister please! You have to help me! Something is wrong with Mrs.Lyra!" I just started laughing and kicked Dinky in the chest, sending her flying across the room, into the wall.
Hydkore: And through it, sending her through another wall, and another, and another, ect.
Sparkler: This is turning into a cartoon.
With a thud she impacted and started crying and shouting "Why mister? Why? I've never done anything to you!"
Glassed: Don’t you think that’s... odd? Why would she ask that? She was just kicked through the room and now she’s asking why and not running her little flank off?
Hydkore: The same reason why she asked help from a total stranger couple lines back.
I walked up to her and laughed as I started to unzip my pants, pulling my dick out.
All: (scoots over)
Hydkore: Okay, honestly that came out of nowhere for me.
Glassed: You mean to tell me he wasn’t after the ice-cream?! (Hydkore and Sparkler rolls their eyes)
I chuckled as Dinky tried to run away, screaming I might add,
Glassed: But why should she run away from something too small to see?
Hydkore: What do you... Oh... OH, BURN! (highfives Glassed)
but only to be backed into a corner where all she could do was cower in fear.
Glassed: I say! It seems the author is using fancy wording, old chap! (sips tea)
Hydkore: Ah, but Glassed, do you think he is educated enough to know what it bally means, my good sir? (adjusts golden monocle)
Glassed and Hydkore: Not at all! Hahahahaha~ (sips tea) Good show!
"I love it when they fight back!" I said and then I reached down and grabbed her.
Sparkler: ...Am I the only one disturbed by the fact he refers how he’s done this before?!
The little filly started to squirm and struggle but was too weak to do anything to stop me. I carried her over to the couch, pushed the dead body out of the way, sat down, and positioned the screaming filly above my dick.
Sparkler: Dinky is afraid of heights, but that’s not important in such low heights.
I slowly lowered her waist down to it, but she ended up kicking me in the stomach. I just laughed and punched her across the face, knocking out a tooth.
“Stop squirming you fucking whore! If you kick me again I will fucking kill you! Slowly!" I yelled at her, she stopped fighting and I lowered her down to my dick and slid it into her.
Glassed: Wow, he’s had like 2 lines and he’s actually acting OOC?!
Sparkler: I’m impressed.
All: (applause)
I came across an obstruction so I decided to burst her hymn slowly, making her feel every last bit of the delightful pain.
Glassed: (looks on Wikipedia) A ‘hymn’ is a type of song, usually religious, specifically written for the purpose of praise, adoration or prayer, and typically addressed to a deity or deities.
Hydkore: Makes perfect sense!
She screamed in agony as my dick busted through her hymn,
Hydkore: Skip it?
Glassed: Never! Look at all the religion in this story! The author clearly have a hidden message in this! It’s so deep!
Hydkore: (groans)
sending blood dribbling out of her vagina. I took one of my fingers and used it to scoop up some of the blood, which I then brought up to Dinky's face and said "Lick it!"
Hydkore: Well that’s a perfect hidden message right there!
at first she started whimpering and shook her head no, but I just shouted "DO IT OR I WILL FUCKING MELT YOUR FACE OFF WITH A MOTHER FUCKING LIGHTER!"
Sparkler: That doesn’t sound realistic...
Glassed: Unless she’s made of plastic.
she just nodded and wrapped her tongue around my finger, and began to suck on it.
I was sitting down, so I was using her as one would use a flesh light, manually gliding her across my dick.
Glassed: What do you know? She IS made of plastic!
Hydkore: Reminds me too much of that Lyra-doll they made a while back.
Sparkler: Wait, ‘across his dick’? What the heck is going on here?
Her young pussy was so tight that it felt like it was mildly constricting my penis, but, it felt so good I felt the all to familiar sensation of a pressure building up in my dick. I Thrusted
Hydkore: mrhappyface used ‘Thrust’.
Glassed: It’s not very effective!
Sparkler: As proper riffers, we have to use Pokemon-jokes.
a little harder, hearing Dinky let out a whiny Humph! Every time my waist impacted hers. And then, right before I came I pulled out , brought her face down to my dick, held open one of her eyes, and blew a thick stream of semen into her young, filly right eye.
All: ...EWW!
I laughed hysterically when she started to bawl from the sheer pain and agony. The sound of her agony filled screams started to arouse me again and my dick became erect once more.
All: ...
Sparkler: Break?
Glassed and Hydkore:YES!
(Buzzer goes off)
All: We’ve got break-sign!
Pinkie: (From TV) So do you like the fic?
All: (looks at each other)
Hydkore: Actually, it’s not that bad.
Pinkie and Rainbow: (From TV) Huh?
Glassed: Okay. The fic is a horrendous, twisted abomination of story that has a self insert, HiE-themes, bad clop, the death of Lyra and a Dinky-fleshlight. But it’s not nearly as bad as other shock-fics, like Balloons, and the gore that’s in is very light. The text too varies in its descriptions, for example the surroundings are detailed in COLOURS, but still the author gets Lyra’s mane COLOUR incorrect, and overall it’s very straightforward, not taking breaks to let the reader catch up.
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) So, hang on, are you defending this story?
Sparkler: Not at all. It can’t be real, Derpy would never ask Lyra to babysit. That’s MY job. No one takes MY job. It is MY JOB TO BABYSIT! YOU DO NOT JUST ASK ANOTHER MARE TO BABYSIT! I-
Glassed: Easy... easy there. It’s just mrhappyface messing with your head. Now, put the hammer down.
Hydkore: Yeah, calm down Sparkler. It seems like mrhappyface has gone easy on this story. It’s probably not gonna be that bad.
Pinkie: (From TV) Don’t be so sure~
(Buzzer goes off)
All: Let the story-sorting resume!
All: (looks at each other)
Hydkore: Actually, it’s not that bad.
Pinkie and Rainbow: (From TV) Huh?
Glassed: Okay. The fic is a horrendous, twisted abomination of story that has a self insert, HiE-themes, bad clop, the death of Lyra and a Dinky-fleshlight. But it’s not nearly as bad as other shock-fics, like Balloons, and the gore that’s in is very light. The text too varies in its descriptions, for example the surroundings are detailed in COLOURS, but still the author gets Lyra’s mane COLOUR incorrect, and overall it’s very straightforward, not taking breaks to let the reader catch up.
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) So, hang on, are you defending this story?
Sparkler: Not at all. It can’t be real, Derpy would never ask Lyra to babysit. That’s MY job. No one takes MY job. It is MY JOB TO BABYSIT! YOU DO NOT JUST ASK ANOTHER MARE TO BABYSIT! I-
Glassed: Easy... easy there. It’s just mrhappyface messing with your head. Now, put the hammer down.
Hydkore: Yeah, calm down Sparkler. It seems like mrhappyface has gone easy on this story. It’s probably not gonna be that bad.
Pinkie: (From TV) Don’t be so sure~
(Buzzer goes off)
All: Let the story-sorting resume!
"What’s wrong? Is the whittle filly saddy waddy?" I said in a mocking tone,
Sparkler: Did he drink that love-potion that Cheerilee and Big Mac got on Hearts and Hooves day?
Hydkore: “You're my heartie-smartie smirchy-wirchy baby-waby.”
Glassed: Cheerilee-fanboy right there.
I set her crumpled form upon the coach
Glassed: I know he meant to say ‘Couch’, but for the sake of comedy we will now quote Coach from L4D2. Enjoy.
Hydkore: “I know one thing: I'm grabbin' pills!”
Glassed: “You try that shit on me and you'll be wishin' your momma never met ya father.”
Sparkler: “HEYYY! COME BACK! COME BACK! -ahh, he ain't comin' back”
Glassed: And now for a horrible joke for this story:
All: “Damn right. Gonna grab everything I can.”
and walked over to the bowl of ice cream she was eating earlier.
Glassed: I knew it! It was all for the ice-cream!
Hydkore: I... screw it. Yes, it was all for the ice-cream Glassed.
Glassed: Yay!
Sparkler: (sighs)
I then walked back over to her, grabbed her, and began to have sweet, sensual sex with her as I had one only moments ago, only this time was different, this time I was plowing hr
Sparkler: Guess the author tried to strangle himself...
Hydkore: Perhaps to get more unholy visions?
Glassed: (tries to pronounce ‘hr’) Aww, I bit my tongue.
young ass.
Her screams became twice as loud as my large member eviscerated her anal passage. I watched as blood, and a small amount of feces started to drip out of her rectum.
Glassed: How’s... No. Not thinking about it.
Sparkler: Good choice.
Just what I wanted, once my dick was fully covered in her shit and blood I poured the now melted ice cream onto my raging boner and said "Would the whittle baby wike a whittle snaky waky?" in the same mocking tone as before.
Hydkore: I think this would be more disturbing if I knew what he was saying...
Glassed: We need a ‘dick’tionary.
Sparkler: (slaps Glassed)
She shook her head no as vigorously as she could, but I didn't care, I lowered her head towards my shit/chocolate/blood covered dick and said "If you bite, I will ass rape you again." Dinky nodded and I said "Good girl!" as I forced my dick into her mouth.
Hydkore: This reminds me of something...
I heard her choke and gag as my putrid cock entered her mouth, but by now she knew better than to throw up or spit my cock out. I glided her young, filly throat across my erect penis and told her to use her tongue.
Sparkler: There’s that ‘across’ thing again.
Glassed: I think he’s fucking sideways.
She made an MmHm sound and I felt her start desperately licking my dick head with her tongue. It felt so good I soon felt the familiar pre orgasm pressure in my dick and I pulled out, held her other eye (The one I hadn't jizzed in.) and released my load into her good, left eye.
Glassed: ‘Cum’ all, ‘cum’ see!
Sparkler: (bucks Glassed)
I laughed as she fell to the floor crying in pain, and for good measure, I kicked her in the side, not hard enough to break her ribs, but only to bruise her. I set my back pack out to get the materials for the next part of play time, seeing as to how I had to wrap things up before her mom came home. So I pulled up my pants, and retrieved my "Toys".
Sparkler: Yeah, we all know what kind of ‘toys’.
Glassed and Hydkore: (looks at each other)
Hydkore: I wouldn’t be so sure.
Glassed: Yeah, this is mrhappyface we’re talking about.
Out of my bag I pulled out a piece of red chalk, five candles, a roll of duct tape, a cigarette lighter, a blow torch, a silver knife, a jar of goat's blood, a rather large silver chalice, a small jar of gasoline, a silver platter, and a silver fork and dinner knife.
Glassed: ...I think he’s doing alchemy. Hyd’ this is your forté. Go Skyrim on his ass.
Hydkore: (rubs chin) Hmm... red chalk, a jar of goat blood, pair of butterfly wings, one giant’s toe, salt and gasoline. Mix in a silver chalice with a dinner knife, then heat with the candles. but leave one out, lit using the blowtorch until mixture turns solid. Use the silver fork and knife to serve the paste on the silver platter. Light the last candle with the cigarette lighter to set the mood. Then duct tape it together, and there you go: Potion of Extreme Stamina.
Sparkler: No wonder his cock can handle all those orgasms...
I looked to make sure that Dinky was still there, and she was, her crumpled, broken form looked so cute lying battered and beaten on the floor.
Glassed: I have a feeling that it’s only going downhill from here.
Anyway, I drew a pentagram on the floor, and put a candle at each point on it.
Hydkore: Yeeeeeah, looks like mrhappyface finally noticed his... lackness on certain subjects. Like, I don’t know, his so-called satanism?
I lit the candles with the lighter and tossed it aside. I then walked over to Dinky, picked her up, and carried her over to the pentagram and taped her down to it, with her legs spread wide open.
Sparkler: He better not hurt her.
I then took a small orange out of my back pack and started to insert it into her anus. Dinky squealed in agony as the acidic fruit was being forced into her already bleeding rectum.
All: …(starts laughing)
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) Ah, they finally broke.
Hydkore: No, that’s not it.
Glassed: It’s horrible, but kind of funny.
Pinkie: (From TV) What?
Sparkler: It an orange. An ORANGE. How can this not be funny?
After the orange was squeezed up inside her ass, I pulled out a bag of silver dust and a bag full of dead rats.
All: (laughter dies)...
I then dumped the silver dust onto the floor and proceeded to roll the dead rats in it, covering them with the impure metal.
Hydkore: (weeps) All hope is lost...
Sparkler: Was there even hope to begin with? This guy wrote Fluttershy doing a walrus, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVEN HAVE FAITH IN HIM?!
Glassed: Meh, he used a bit too much metal for my taste (gets slapped by Hydkore and Sparkler)
I then took the silver dust covered rats and showed them to the sobbing filly.
Glassed: Mmm... Silver coated rats...
She managed to lift her head up and watched in horror as I shoved the rats up her vagina.
Glassed: It’s like Thanksgiving turkey! (gets bucked by Sparkler, lands on the other side of the room, looks up to see Hydkore dive-bombing him in the ‘please-don’t-hit-this-area-on-guys’) I...Regret...Nothing...
Dinky started screaming in such horror that I felt myself getting hard again. I finished shoving the five dead rats into her young pussy and then unzipped my pant again.
Glassed: (twitches and mumbles incoherently)
Hydkore: He’s still trying to joke?
Sparkler: Were we too hard on him?
Sparkler and Hydkore: ...NOPE!
She started to cry even louder as I started fucking her pussy once more, each thrust sending the dead rats further up into her vagina. I looked down at the broken filly before me and took in her cuteness. Her blonde mane, her soft, tender purple fur, her horn, it was all so much to take in I felt myself on the verge of orgasm really quickly.
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) So Sparkler, how you’re feel-
(monitor gets destroyed by hammer held by Sparkler’s magic)
Hydkore and Glassed: (shakes while holding each other in fear)
(a new monitor comes down from the ceiling)
Glassed: I shouldn’t have bought the deluxe edition...
Then, one of the dead rat's tails managed to get shoved up my urethra, sending me over the edge.
Hydkore and Glassed: Nghhhh...(holds their crotches)
Sparkler: Guy-thing?
Hydkore and Glassed: (nods)
I pulled out and shot my seed all over Dinky's stomach.
After I finished up I zipped up my pants and proceeded with the ritual. Now that the sacrifices had been put into her genitals,
Hydkore: Why do you need to put them in there?
I took my blowtorch,
All: (scoots away)
lit it, and brought it towards Dinky's vagina. I started drooling as the flame made contact with her ass hole, cauterizing it shut.
Glassed: OK, that’s it. Hyd’ you’ve still got the bags packed?
Hydkore: I’ve had them on my person the whole time.
Sparkler: Can I come with you wherever you go? Anywhere’s better than here.
Glassed: Sure, we’ll go where no man/pony have ever gone!
Hydkore: (tries the door, gets electrocuted)
Glassed: ...Right, forgot about that.
Hydkore: I see the light...
Dinky screamed in agony "MAKE IT STOP!" she shouted over and over again. I just started laughing so hard I was barely able to keep the blowtorch steady, but I managed.
After her ass was melted shut,
Glassed: She IS made out of plastic! I... it was a joke, but... Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Hydkore and Sparkler: (looks worriedly at singing Glassed)
I moved up to her rat filled vagina. Dinky yelled "PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" but I just laughed and started to melt her slit anyway. She writhed in unspeakable pain, endless agony, for her, time ceased to exist.
Glassed: CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE. NO ESCAPE FROM REALITY!
Hydkore and Sparkler: SHUT UP!
The only thing that she could think of was the endless burning of the white hot fire, (Can anyone guess what that line was taken from?
Glassed: (searches endlessly on Google) Actually, I can’t. I have no clue where that’s from...
lol)
Glassed: (leans back)... Well played, you son of a bitch...
Hydkore: That bastard just laughed at us!... Hang on a second (quickly checks Google) Huh, I was right.
Sparkler: What?
Hydkore: “The white hot burning was too much.” Cupcakes... I dunno and couldn’t really care either. Recalled that it had something similar in it.
Glassed: Wait, how the hell did you do that?
Hydkore: Internet.
Glassed: Well duh, but... Oh forget about it.
until with a laugh I said "All done!" and removed the blowtorch, flicking it off.
I then took the jar of goat's blood, opened it, and started to dab my fingers in it and then flick all over Dinky as I yelled "Lord Satan blessith this most worthy sacrifice I present to you! Please enjoy doing as I hath done only mere moments ago to this little filly for all eternity!"
Hydkore: (rubs chin) Well... in fact proper ‘Satanism’, practised by the Church of Satan, doesn’t in fact believe that Satan’s an actual deity. He’s actually seen as the embodiment of man’s inherent nature and fleshly needs, not as an onlooker like the Christian God. But there are wings of Satanism that do consider him as an actual being, mind you.
Sparkler: (sits in silence)
Glassed: ...What the... how do you know this?!
Hydkore: Internet... and a few lessons in the dark arts.
and then I dumped the rest of the goat's blood all over her face and chest.
Hydkore: And the ritual sacrifice is even done wrong. For first, he needs to take a bath, then have 10-15 minute silence, which is obviously impossible with a screaming filly, write a prayer on paper, the chalice should be filled with WINE or some other form of drink and finally, wear all black. Only thing he got right were the candles. Anyways, then he’d need to ring a bell and turn counterclockwise, offering the drink to all major compass directions before chanting the Invocation to Satan. Recall it started something like ‘In Nomine Dei Nostri Satanas, Luciferi Excelsi.’
Sparkler: You’re joking... right?
Glassed: As much as we joke around, this is legit. Hydkore knows his stuff in this case.
Hydkore: Remember kids, knowledge is power!
Glassed: The more you know.
Dinky started to scream as I took the silver knife and lowered it towards her chest. She started crying in pain once more as I drug the knife down her chest, ending at her luscious vagina.
Sparkler: How the heck is she still conscious?
Hydkore: Glassed, you know the drill.
Glassed: (calls Celestia) Sorry guys, the line’s busy.
I then made two incisions on the top and bottom of the first one, making the shape of an "I" I then took a pillow off of the couch and used it to prop Dinky's head up, forcing her to watch as I cut out her organs.
Hydkore: Actually, now that I think of it-
Sparkler: STOP! Okay, we know you know about this stuff but please, for the love of Celestia be quiet.
Hydkore: (whispers) I was just going to note how that was a single line...
I then pulled the two flaps of flesh away, making a sickening sound. Dinky stopped screaming, and started to cry, not out of pain, or fright, but from sadness.
Glassed: HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE?!
Sparkler: Magic....?
Glassed: (shakes head) Nah, I think I’ll just call this ‘bad writing’ and get on with it.
She knew she was going to die, and she didn't want to.
Hydkore: What? What an absurd idea!
Glassed: Someone who doesn’t want to die?! (gaspes)
I then took the knife and cut off Dinky's eyelids so she was forced to watch.
Glassed: ‘Eye’ see!
Sparkler: Now you’re just trying too hard.
Glassed: I’m slowly running out of jokes...
I then took the knife and started to, with surgical precision, cut out her kidneys. I lifted each one up and with a smile showed them to Dinky's horrified eyes. I then put them on the silver platter. I then proceeded to do the same for her liver, pancreas, bladder, intestines, colon, and various other organs, making sure she got a good look at them.
Pinkie: (From TV) Yummy!
All: ...
It was finally time to let Dinky go into the sweet embrace of Lord Satan,
Hydkore: OBJEC-(gets muffled by Sparkler and Glassed)
so I cut out her lungs, showed them to her, and then brought he in for a deep, passionate kiss as she suffocated to death.
Glassed: I never thought that I was going to say this, but: DINKY! JUST DIE ALREADY!
Sparkler: Don’t fight back! Just let go!
Hydkore: (leans on elbow) And they’re amazed at my satanic knowledge.
My tongue explored her young mouth, tasting her tongue, cheeks, and throat,
Glassed: The very same throat that, no less than 5 minutes ago, had a chocolate/shit/blood-coated penis in it.
until I felt her heart stop beating.
All: Finally!
Glassed: (pops the champagne)
Hydkore: Finally she’s dead!
Sparkler: Woop woop!
I then lifted the kiss and engaged with the next phase.
All: Wait, more?
I took the platter over to the couch with the silverware, turned on a comedy station on Dinky's T.V., and proceeded to feast upon Dinky's young, filly organs as I watched Reno 9-1-1.
Hydkore: If I were to sum up the story in one line, it would be this.
I bit down into her organs slowly, savoring the juicy, bitter taste. I didn't know which organs I was eating at once because I sliced them all up into small pieces and started eating random pieces together at once. It tasted simply divine as Rarity would put it.
Glassed: If Rarity was reading this she would hunt you down and buck you so hard that your ancestors would feel it, for using her name...
It tasted so good that before long it was all gone.
Sparkler: Thank Celestia this story is almost over!
I then went back to Dinky's body, took the silver knife, and cut out Dinky's heart. I then put her young, pure heart into the silver chalice, sprinkled goat's blood and silver dust on it, poured a tad bit of gasoline onto it, and then I took the lighter and watched it burn. As it burned, beautifully, I started to chant "Hail O' Satan, Hail!"
Hydkore: (looks worried at Sparkler and Glassed) Well... discard the O’ -part and the separate ‘Hail’. Then it’s correct. If you discount the whole sacrifice stuff, that’s not even part of Satanism.
Sparkler: (Raises hoof but Glassed stops her)
Glassed: It’s almost over, just let him have this.
over and over and over again
Hydkore: And you say it only once (gets slapped by Sparkler) AUH!
Glassed: Now you know how I feel like...
until the fire went out, leaving a black mush behind. Then, as a last act of praise to my dark lord I picked up the chalice, and proceeded to drink the black, mushy, ashes, savoring the taste, it tasted of Satan's dark love.
Glassed: Bow chika bow wow!
Hydkore: Oh my... that’s highly sensual.
Sparkler: (blushes)
I proceeded to pick up my sacrificial items, the knife, chalice, platter ECT. and put them into my bag. I left Dinky's body there for Derpy to find upon her arrival home.
Glassed: Bow chika bow wow!
Hydkore: Oh my... that’s highly disturbing.
Sparkler: (grimaces)
Then, I pulled down my pants and took a runny, diarrhea shit into Dinky's now empty chest;
Sparkler: That runny, diarrhea shit also known as this story.
Glassed: Wow... meta.
I then turned around and pissed into it also.
Hydkore: Come on, this is just merely jumping the shark!
Glassed: Ha! This has jumped the shark, WITH a shark.
I tore off a piece of her tail, used it to wipe my ass with,
Sparkler: Hmm... must be how this guy wrote this off. A clean paper and his ass...
Glassed: How many more shit-jokes do we have? The answer is: A LOT!
leaned down and kissed her corpse, ate her tongue straight from her mouth,
Hydkore: You know, FOR KIDS!
and then walked over to Lyra's body and examined it. It was in fine condition,
Glassed: Never look a gift-horse in the mouth.
so I decided to take it for later amusement.
Glassed: Oh joy, I smell a sequel...
Hydkore: Too bad, the guy’s banned. So no Lyra necrophilia story coming anytime soon.
Glassed: Aawwww...
As I was about to leave I took one last look at my work.
Sparkler: Just end it already!
I looked Dinky's corpse directly in the eyes and said
All: “Holy crap this story sucks!”
"Boy, I really am an artist!"
Hydkore: Well you might be a bad Satanist, but hands down, you are a great artist-
Glassed and Sparkler: WHAT?!
Hydkore: -of bad stories.
Glassed and Sparkler: (applause)
and then I made the long journey home.
(phone rings)
Celestia: (From phone) You called?
Glassed: Yes, I had a question, but there’s more. How did this guy get here?
Celestia: (From phone) Magic.
Glassed: How did Dinky stay alive that long?
Celestia: (From phone) Magic.
Glassed: THAT DOESN’T EXPLAIN LITTLE FILLY GETTING RAPED BY A SELF INSERT!
Celestia: (From phone) My work here is done then. (hangs up)
THE END.
All: (cries tears of joy)
Sparkler: Did he drink that love-potion that Cheerilee and Big Mac got on Hearts and Hooves day?
Hydkore: “You're my heartie-smartie smirchy-wirchy baby-waby.”
Glassed: Cheerilee-fanboy right there.
I set her crumpled form upon the coach
Glassed: I know he meant to say ‘Couch’, but for the sake of comedy we will now quote Coach from L4D2. Enjoy.
Hydkore: “I know one thing: I'm grabbin' pills!”
Glassed: “You try that shit on me and you'll be wishin' your momma never met ya father.”
Sparkler: “HEYYY! COME BACK! COME BACK! -ahh, he ain't comin' back”
Glassed: And now for a horrible joke for this story:
All: “Damn right. Gonna grab everything I can.”
and walked over to the bowl of ice cream she was eating earlier.
Glassed: I knew it! It was all for the ice-cream!
Hydkore: I... screw it. Yes, it was all for the ice-cream Glassed.
Glassed: Yay!
Sparkler: (sighs)
I then walked back over to her, grabbed her, and began to have sweet, sensual sex with her as I had one only moments ago, only this time was different, this time I was plowing hr
Sparkler: Guess the author tried to strangle himself...
Hydkore: Perhaps to get more unholy visions?
Glassed: (tries to pronounce ‘hr’) Aww, I bit my tongue.
young ass.
Her screams became twice as loud as my large member eviscerated her anal passage. I watched as blood, and a small amount of feces started to drip out of her rectum.
Glassed: How’s... No. Not thinking about it.
Sparkler: Good choice.
Just what I wanted, once my dick was fully covered in her shit and blood I poured the now melted ice cream onto my raging boner and said "Would the whittle baby wike a whittle snaky waky?" in the same mocking tone as before.
Hydkore: I think this would be more disturbing if I knew what he was saying...
Glassed: We need a ‘dick’tionary.
Sparkler: (slaps Glassed)
She shook her head no as vigorously as she could, but I didn't care, I lowered her head towards my shit/chocolate/blood covered dick and said "If you bite, I will ass rape you again." Dinky nodded and I said "Good girl!" as I forced my dick into her mouth.
Hydkore: This reminds me of something...
I heard her choke and gag as my putrid cock entered her mouth, but by now she knew better than to throw up or spit my cock out. I glided her young, filly throat across my erect penis and told her to use her tongue.
Sparkler: There’s that ‘across’ thing again.
Glassed: I think he’s fucking sideways.
She made an MmHm sound and I felt her start desperately licking my dick head with her tongue. It felt so good I soon felt the familiar pre orgasm pressure in my dick and I pulled out, held her other eye (The one I hadn't jizzed in.) and released my load into her good, left eye.
Glassed: ‘Cum’ all, ‘cum’ see!
Sparkler: (bucks Glassed)
I laughed as she fell to the floor crying in pain, and for good measure, I kicked her in the side, not hard enough to break her ribs, but only to bruise her. I set my back pack out to get the materials for the next part of play time, seeing as to how I had to wrap things up before her mom came home. So I pulled up my pants, and retrieved my "Toys".
Sparkler: Yeah, we all know what kind of ‘toys’.
Glassed and Hydkore: (looks at each other)
Hydkore: I wouldn’t be so sure.
Glassed: Yeah, this is mrhappyface we’re talking about.
Out of my bag I pulled out a piece of red chalk, five candles, a roll of duct tape, a cigarette lighter, a blow torch, a silver knife, a jar of goat's blood, a rather large silver chalice, a small jar of gasoline, a silver platter, and a silver fork and dinner knife.
Glassed: ...I think he’s doing alchemy. Hyd’ this is your forté. Go Skyrim on his ass.
Hydkore: (rubs chin) Hmm... red chalk, a jar of goat blood, pair of butterfly wings, one giant’s toe, salt and gasoline. Mix in a silver chalice with a dinner knife, then heat with the candles. but leave one out, lit using the blowtorch until mixture turns solid. Use the silver fork and knife to serve the paste on the silver platter. Light the last candle with the cigarette lighter to set the mood. Then duct tape it together, and there you go: Potion of Extreme Stamina.
Sparkler: No wonder his cock can handle all those orgasms...
I looked to make sure that Dinky was still there, and she was, her crumpled, broken form looked so cute lying battered and beaten on the floor.
Glassed: I have a feeling that it’s only going downhill from here.
Anyway, I drew a pentagram on the floor, and put a candle at each point on it.
Hydkore: Yeeeeeah, looks like mrhappyface finally noticed his... lackness on certain subjects. Like, I don’t know, his so-called satanism?
I lit the candles with the lighter and tossed it aside. I then walked over to Dinky, picked her up, and carried her over to the pentagram and taped her down to it, with her legs spread wide open.
Sparkler: He better not hurt her.
I then took a small orange out of my back pack and started to insert it into her anus. Dinky squealed in agony as the acidic fruit was being forced into her already bleeding rectum.
All: …(starts laughing)
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) Ah, they finally broke.
Hydkore: No, that’s not it.
Glassed: It’s horrible, but kind of funny.
Pinkie: (From TV) What?
Sparkler: It an orange. An ORANGE. How can this not be funny?
After the orange was squeezed up inside her ass, I pulled out a bag of silver dust and a bag full of dead rats.
All: (laughter dies)...
I then dumped the silver dust onto the floor and proceeded to roll the dead rats in it, covering them with the impure metal.
Hydkore: (weeps) All hope is lost...
Sparkler: Was there even hope to begin with? This guy wrote Fluttershy doing a walrus, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVEN HAVE FAITH IN HIM?!
Glassed: Meh, he used a bit too much metal for my taste (gets slapped by Hydkore and Sparkler)
I then took the silver dust covered rats and showed them to the sobbing filly.
Glassed: Mmm... Silver coated rats...
She managed to lift her head up and watched in horror as I shoved the rats up her vagina.
Glassed: It’s like Thanksgiving turkey! (gets bucked by Sparkler, lands on the other side of the room, looks up to see Hydkore dive-bombing him in the ‘please-don’t-hit-this-area-on-guys’) I...Regret...Nothing...
Dinky started screaming in such horror that I felt myself getting hard again. I finished shoving the five dead rats into her young pussy and then unzipped my pant again.
Glassed: (twitches and mumbles incoherently)
Hydkore: He’s still trying to joke?
Sparkler: Were we too hard on him?
Sparkler and Hydkore: ...NOPE!
She started to cry even louder as I started fucking her pussy once more, each thrust sending the dead rats further up into her vagina. I looked down at the broken filly before me and took in her cuteness. Her blonde mane, her soft, tender purple fur, her horn, it was all so much to take in I felt myself on the verge of orgasm really quickly.
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) So Sparkler, how you’re feel-
(monitor gets destroyed by hammer held by Sparkler’s magic)
Hydkore and Glassed: (shakes while holding each other in fear)
(a new monitor comes down from the ceiling)
Glassed: I shouldn’t have bought the deluxe edition...
Then, one of the dead rat's tails managed to get shoved up my urethra, sending me over the edge.
Hydkore and Glassed: Nghhhh...(holds their crotches)
Sparkler: Guy-thing?
Hydkore and Glassed: (nods)
I pulled out and shot my seed all over Dinky's stomach.
After I finished up I zipped up my pants and proceeded with the ritual. Now that the sacrifices had been put into her genitals,
Hydkore: Why do you need to put them in there?
I took my blowtorch,
All: (scoots away)
lit it, and brought it towards Dinky's vagina. I started drooling as the flame made contact with her ass hole, cauterizing it shut.
Glassed: OK, that’s it. Hyd’ you’ve still got the bags packed?
Hydkore: I’ve had them on my person the whole time.
Sparkler: Can I come with you wherever you go? Anywhere’s better than here.
Glassed: Sure, we’ll go where no man/pony have ever gone!
Hydkore: (tries the door, gets electrocuted)
Glassed: ...Right, forgot about that.
Hydkore: I see the light...
Dinky screamed in agony "MAKE IT STOP!" she shouted over and over again. I just started laughing so hard I was barely able to keep the blowtorch steady, but I managed.
After her ass was melted shut,
Glassed: She IS made out of plastic! I... it was a joke, but... Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Hydkore and Sparkler: (looks worriedly at singing Glassed)
I moved up to her rat filled vagina. Dinky yelled "PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" but I just laughed and started to melt her slit anyway. She writhed in unspeakable pain, endless agony, for her, time ceased to exist.
Glassed: CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE. NO ESCAPE FROM REALITY!
Hydkore and Sparkler: SHUT UP!
The only thing that she could think of was the endless burning of the white hot fire, (Can anyone guess what that line was taken from?
Glassed: (searches endlessly on Google) Actually, I can’t. I have no clue where that’s from...
lol)
Glassed: (leans back)... Well played, you son of a bitch...
Hydkore: That bastard just laughed at us!... Hang on a second (quickly checks Google) Huh, I was right.
Sparkler: What?
Hydkore: “The white hot burning was too much.” Cupcakes... I dunno and couldn’t really care either. Recalled that it had something similar in it.
Glassed: Wait, how the hell did you do that?
Hydkore: Internet.
Glassed: Well duh, but... Oh forget about it.
until with a laugh I said "All done!" and removed the blowtorch, flicking it off.
I then took the jar of goat's blood, opened it, and started to dab my fingers in it and then flick all over Dinky as I yelled "Lord Satan blessith this most worthy sacrifice I present to you! Please enjoy doing as I hath done only mere moments ago to this little filly for all eternity!"
Hydkore: (rubs chin) Well... in fact proper ‘Satanism’, practised by the Church of Satan, doesn’t in fact believe that Satan’s an actual deity. He’s actually seen as the embodiment of man’s inherent nature and fleshly needs, not as an onlooker like the Christian God. But there are wings of Satanism that do consider him as an actual being, mind you.
Sparkler: (sits in silence)
Glassed: ...What the... how do you know this?!
Hydkore: Internet... and a few lessons in the dark arts.
and then I dumped the rest of the goat's blood all over her face and chest.
Hydkore: And the ritual sacrifice is even done wrong. For first, he needs to take a bath, then have 10-15 minute silence, which is obviously impossible with a screaming filly, write a prayer on paper, the chalice should be filled with WINE or some other form of drink and finally, wear all black. Only thing he got right were the candles. Anyways, then he’d need to ring a bell and turn counterclockwise, offering the drink to all major compass directions before chanting the Invocation to Satan. Recall it started something like ‘In Nomine Dei Nostri Satanas, Luciferi Excelsi.’
Sparkler: You’re joking... right?
Glassed: As much as we joke around, this is legit. Hydkore knows his stuff in this case.
Hydkore: Remember kids, knowledge is power!
Glassed: The more you know.
Dinky started to scream as I took the silver knife and lowered it towards her chest. She started crying in pain once more as I drug the knife down her chest, ending at her luscious vagina.
Sparkler: How the heck is she still conscious?
Hydkore: Glassed, you know the drill.
Glassed: (calls Celestia) Sorry guys, the line’s busy.
I then made two incisions on the top and bottom of the first one, making the shape of an "I" I then took a pillow off of the couch and used it to prop Dinky's head up, forcing her to watch as I cut out her organs.
Hydkore: Actually, now that I think of it-
Sparkler: STOP! Okay, we know you know about this stuff but please, for the love of Celestia be quiet.
Hydkore: (whispers) I was just going to note how that was a single line...
I then pulled the two flaps of flesh away, making a sickening sound. Dinky stopped screaming, and started to cry, not out of pain, or fright, but from sadness.
Glassed: HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE?!
Sparkler: Magic....?
Glassed: (shakes head) Nah, I think I’ll just call this ‘bad writing’ and get on with it.
She knew she was going to die, and she didn't want to.
Hydkore: What? What an absurd idea!
Glassed: Someone who doesn’t want to die?! (gaspes)
I then took the knife and cut off Dinky's eyelids so she was forced to watch.
Glassed: ‘Eye’ see!
Sparkler: Now you’re just trying too hard.
Glassed: I’m slowly running out of jokes...
I then took the knife and started to, with surgical precision, cut out her kidneys. I lifted each one up and with a smile showed them to Dinky's horrified eyes. I then put them on the silver platter. I then proceeded to do the same for her liver, pancreas, bladder, intestines, colon, and various other organs, making sure she got a good look at them.
Pinkie: (From TV) Yummy!
All: ...
It was finally time to let Dinky go into the sweet embrace of Lord Satan,
Hydkore: OBJEC-(gets muffled by Sparkler and Glassed)
so I cut out her lungs, showed them to her, and then brought he in for a deep, passionate kiss as she suffocated to death.
Glassed: I never thought that I was going to say this, but: DINKY! JUST DIE ALREADY!
Sparkler: Don’t fight back! Just let go!
Hydkore: (leans on elbow) And they’re amazed at my satanic knowledge.
My tongue explored her young mouth, tasting her tongue, cheeks, and throat,
Glassed: The very same throat that, no less than 5 minutes ago, had a chocolate/shit/blood-coated penis in it.
until I felt her heart stop beating.
All: Finally!
Glassed: (pops the champagne)
Hydkore: Finally she’s dead!
Sparkler: Woop woop!
I then lifted the kiss and engaged with the next phase.
All: Wait, more?
I took the platter over to the couch with the silverware, turned on a comedy station on Dinky's T.V., and proceeded to feast upon Dinky's young, filly organs as I watched Reno 9-1-1.
Hydkore: If I were to sum up the story in one line, it would be this.
I bit down into her organs slowly, savoring the juicy, bitter taste. I didn't know which organs I was eating at once because I sliced them all up into small pieces and started eating random pieces together at once. It tasted simply divine as Rarity would put it.
Glassed: If Rarity was reading this she would hunt you down and buck you so hard that your ancestors would feel it, for using her name...
It tasted so good that before long it was all gone.
Sparkler: Thank Celestia this story is almost over!
I then went back to Dinky's body, took the silver knife, and cut out Dinky's heart. I then put her young, pure heart into the silver chalice, sprinkled goat's blood and silver dust on it, poured a tad bit of gasoline onto it, and then I took the lighter and watched it burn. As it burned, beautifully, I started to chant "Hail O' Satan, Hail!"
Hydkore: (looks worried at Sparkler and Glassed) Well... discard the O’ -part and the separate ‘Hail’. Then it’s correct. If you discount the whole sacrifice stuff, that’s not even part of Satanism.
Sparkler: (Raises hoof but Glassed stops her)
Glassed: It’s almost over, just let him have this.
over and over and over again
Hydkore: And you say it only once (gets slapped by Sparkler) AUH!
Glassed: Now you know how I feel like...
until the fire went out, leaving a black mush behind. Then, as a last act of praise to my dark lord I picked up the chalice, and proceeded to drink the black, mushy, ashes, savoring the taste, it tasted of Satan's dark love.
Glassed: Bow chika bow wow!
Hydkore: Oh my... that’s highly sensual.
Sparkler: (blushes)
I proceeded to pick up my sacrificial items, the knife, chalice, platter ECT. and put them into my bag. I left Dinky's body there for Derpy to find upon her arrival home.
Glassed: Bow chika bow wow!
Hydkore: Oh my... that’s highly disturbing.
Sparkler: (grimaces)
Then, I pulled down my pants and took a runny, diarrhea shit into Dinky's now empty chest;
Sparkler: That runny, diarrhea shit also known as this story.
Glassed: Wow... meta.
I then turned around and pissed into it also.
Hydkore: Come on, this is just merely jumping the shark!
Glassed: Ha! This has jumped the shark, WITH a shark.
I tore off a piece of her tail, used it to wipe my ass with,
Sparkler: Hmm... must be how this guy wrote this off. A clean paper and his ass...
Glassed: How many more shit-jokes do we have? The answer is: A LOT!
leaned down and kissed her corpse, ate her tongue straight from her mouth,
Hydkore: You know, FOR KIDS!
and then walked over to Lyra's body and examined it. It was in fine condition,
Glassed: Never look a gift-horse in the mouth.
so I decided to take it for later amusement.
Glassed: Oh joy, I smell a sequel...
Hydkore: Too bad, the guy’s banned. So no Lyra necrophilia story coming anytime soon.
Glassed: Aawwww...
As I was about to leave I took one last look at my work.
Sparkler: Just end it already!
I looked Dinky's corpse directly in the eyes and said
All: “Holy crap this story sucks!”
"Boy, I really am an artist!"
Hydkore: Well you might be a bad Satanist, but hands down, you are a great artist-
Glassed and Sparkler: WHAT?!
Hydkore: -of bad stories.
Glassed and Sparkler: (applause)
and then I made the long journey home.
(phone rings)
Celestia: (From phone) You called?
Glassed: Yes, I had a question, but there’s more. How did this guy get here?
Celestia: (From phone) Magic.
Glassed: How did Dinky stay alive that long?
Celestia: (From phone) Magic.
Glassed: THAT DOESN’T EXPLAIN LITTLE FILLY GETTING RAPED BY A SELF INSERT!
Celestia: (From phone) My work here is done then. (hangs up)
THE END.
All: (cries tears of joy)
Pinkie: (From TV) And that’s another story sorted! How do you guys-(looks at the three riffers with soulless faces)-Ah... Want some food?
Glassed: (cheeks widens and runs to the bathroom)
Hydkore: (faints)
Pinkie: (From TV) Was that a ‘no’?
Sparkler: Yeah yeah, are we done here Pinkie? Can I please go?
Pinkie: (From TV) Sure! (Opens door and lets Sparkler go)
Sparkler: (whispers) I’m sorry guys, but someone has to stay and protect the world from these abominations... AND IT SURE AS HELL ISN’T GONNA BE ME! (runs off and the door closes)
Pinkie: (From TV) So! How are-(sees Hydkore laying on the floor unconscious and hears the sound of puking coming from the bathroom)
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) This has never happened before... We ALWAYS have at least one riffer left at the end. What do we do Pinkie?
Pinkie: (From TV) Hmm... I think I have a recording of Author finishing a riff somewhere... (rummagings a few boxes of tapes) Here we go! (puts tape in the VHR-player).
Glassed: (cheeks widens and runs to the bathroom)
Hydkore: (faints)
Pinkie: (From TV) Was that a ‘no’?
Sparkler: Yeah yeah, are we done here Pinkie? Can I please go?
Pinkie: (From TV) Sure! (Opens door and lets Sparkler go)
Sparkler: (whispers) I’m sorry guys, but someone has to stay and protect the world from these abominations... AND IT SURE AS HELL ISN’T GONNA BE ME! (runs off and the door closes)
Pinkie: (From TV) So! How are-(sees Hydkore laying on the floor unconscious and hears the sound of puking coming from the bathroom)
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) This has never happened before... We ALWAYS have at least one riffer left at the end. What do we do Pinkie?
Pinkie: (From TV) Hmm... I think I have a recording of Author finishing a riff somewhere... (rummagings a few boxes of tapes) Here we go! (puts tape in the VHR-player).
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Twilight: Why am I not surprised?
Author: As much as I love hearing about your exciting lives, I’d really like to leave.
Pinkie Pie: (From TV) Oh, you’re no fun! Press the button, Dashie!
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) Why do I have to do everything? You’re ordering me around like you’re a deranged scientist and I’m your assistant.
Pinkie Pie: (From TV) You mean that’s not what we’re doing?
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) … Ah, screw it, I’ll push the button.
(Rainbow pushes button, and the TV screen goes out with a blip)
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Twilight: Why am I not surprised?
Author: As much as I love hearing about your exciting lives, I’d really like to leave.
Pinkie Pie: (From TV) Oh, you’re no fun! Press the button, Dashie!
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) Why do I have to do everything? You’re ordering me around like you’re a deranged scientist and I’m your assistant.
Pinkie Pie: (From TV) You mean that’s not what we’re doing?
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) … Ah, screw it, I’ll push the button.
(Rainbow pushes button, and the TV screen goes out with a blip)
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Pinkie: (From TV) There we go! Bye guys, see you next time!
(no answer)
…
…
Glassed: Are we still trapped?
Hydkore: Yes...
Both: Fuck.
(light turns off)
(no answer)
…
…
Glassed: Are we still trapped?
Hydkore: Yes...
Both: Fuck.
(light turns off)
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