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- >Be Anon
- >It was lunch time at Canterlot High
- >As usual, you were sitting near the snack stand, your back propped up against the wall
- >All around you, you could hear your fellow students chatting, laughing, and horsing around
- >But FUCK all of that
- >Today was a very special day
- >A day that only came around once in a great while
- >Mother
- >Fucking
- >Turkey
- >Dinner
- >Day
- >That's right
- >You got the turkey, the gravy, AND the motherfucking biscuit!
- Your lunch tray had three servings worth on it--thank god you had a man on the inside--and you were jealously guarding your meal
- >A couple of the cool guys at the table next to yours were looking at you and shaking their heads
- >If you listened very carefully you could even hear a bit of shit talking
- >But that didn't matter
- >Motherfucking biscuits!
- >You wiggled in your seat as you shoveled more food into your mouth, as happy as a pig in shit
- >Turkey dinner days were the fucking BEST
- >And that would have been that
- >You would have continued to eat your delicious meal until the bell rang, wherein you would have gone to your study hall and passed right the fuck out
- >You would have done that, if not for the sound of a whinney reaching your ears
- >Slowly looking up from your food, you saw the school's residential good girl/walking bacon strip Sunset Shimmer
- >She was staring at you with an uncomfortable amount of intensity, her cheeks comically puffed out
- >Your eyes narrowed at the sight as you slowly pushed your tray toward your chest
- "...Can I help you?"
- >Sunset snorted
- >This wasn't a normal snort though
- >She didn't seem irritated or annoyed or anything like that
- >No
- >Honest to god, it sounded like a horse's snort
- >What the fuck...?
- >Sunset took a step toward you, then another, then another, not saying a single word
- >You, confused as to what was going on, just stared at her as she let out a neigh, leaning down toward you
- >A neigh
- >She let out a fucking neigh...
- >Her face reddened as she drew near to your face
- >Your face contorted in your puzzlement
- >What the fuck was she doing?
- >What the fuck was going on?
- >Was this some kind of prank?
- >Were you on camera right now?
- >Or was this some weird trick to steal your delicious mystery food?
- >As you pondered these important questions, Sunset drew ever closer
- >You, half-paying attention to her, did the only thing you could think of
- >Reaching up, you booped the possibly crazy girl on the nose
- >The effect was immediate
- >Sunset, letting out a neigh, drew back
- >Her face scrunched up, and you could see frustration working its way onto her face
- >Giving a toss of her head, she tried to lean toward you again
- >Realizing that you had found her weakness, you booped her again
- >Drawing back, Sunset let out a very lough knicker
- >Standing up to her full height, she did this weird "pawing at the air" thing with her hands
- >She then wiggled her rump before running toward the other end of the lunch room
- >...
- >No...
- >She wasn't running
- >...
- >Was that crazy bitch galloping?
- >Like how a horse galloped?
- >What the fuck is wrong with this fucking crazy ass school?
- ~_~_~_~_~_~
- >Be Anon
- >It was second period
- >You were sitting in your art class half asleep with a mug of coffee sitting in front of you
- >Other students were having a grand ol' time, painting and drawing and doing artsy-fartsy shit
- >Not you
- >Hell, not Mrs. Brush Quill either
- >Both of you were just kind of staring at your desks
- >You because video games weren't going to play themselves until five in the morning
- >Her...
- >You don't know...
- >Most teachers were alcoholics, right?
- >You'd be hitting the sauce pretty hard if you were a teacher
- >Underpaid, overworked, dealing with shit children like yourself
- >You were surprised half of your teachers didn't have bottles taped to the underside of their fucking tables
- >This meant that you weren't getting yelled at to make art
- >Which was nice since it would probably take you another two periods and some coffee stolen from the teacher's lounge for you to feel like a human again...
- >Shit was worth it though...
- >You managed to level up your fisting wizard to sixty-nine
- >Where he'd fucking STAY...
- >A very odd sound wafted through the room and made it's way to your ears
- >You ignored it, reaching for your coffee
- >Since you didn't have the gumption to lift your head to look at the mug, you had to do some good old fashioned blind groping
- >Come on you cocksucker...
- >Come on...
- >You let out a sleepy grumble, your face scrunching up
- >The noise came again, louder this time
- >If you had more than two-percent brain function at that moment you would have realized that the sound was getting closer
- "Come on... fucking..."
- >Your fingers brushed against something warm and metallic
- >Grunting, you wrapped your fingers around the cylindrical object and brought it close to your face
- "There you are," you mumbled
- >Letting out a yawn, you unscrewed the top of your mug and brought it to your lips
- >Come to poppy, life-giving fluid...
- >You were about to take a sip when someone fucking NEIGHED in your ear
- "Gah!"
- >It was by the grace of god that you didn't spill hot coffee all over yourself as you looked up at motherfucking Sunset Shimmer
- >The girl was staring down at you expectantly
- >She had what looked like roses in her mouth
- >And not in the sexy way either...
- >...
- >Did...
- >Did some of them have bite marks...?
- >The bacon-haired girl let out a knicker, letting go of the roses and letting them fall down to your lap
- >You looked down at the roses, then at her, then at your teacher
- >Mrs. Brush Quill had her head on the desk, out cold
- >...Yep, alcoholic
- >Smiling, Sunset leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against yours, letting out another horsey sound
- "Hey, hey, hey! Fucking--"
- >Now very much wide-awake, you flailed a bit
- >The movement seemed to frighten the crazy girl in front of you since she let out a high-pitched whinney, doing a weird thing with her arms as she darted backwards
- >Slamming your coffee onto your desk, you rose up from your seat and followed her
- "It's took early... fucking dealiing with this bullshit."
- >With most of your class watching, you began booping the girl as fast as you could
- >Each touch of the nose made her face scrunch up just that little bit more
- >She tried to backpedal but you were unrelenting, booping her harder and faster until, with a whiny, she "galloped" toward the exit
- >You watched her go
- >When she had disappeared through the door you looked at your classmates, who looked as confused as you
- >Breathing hard, you threw up your hands
- "What the fuck was that?!"
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