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The Cosmic Implications of OP's Faggotry

By glimglam12
Created: 18th December 2020 03:38:56 AM

  1. >be you
  2. >in your apartment playing vidya
  3. >rain drumming softly against your roof
  4. >hella comfy atmosphere
  5. >you hear a light knock on the window
  6. >look up
  7. >it's that faggot OP
  8. >fuck, he probably wants you to post in his Scootabuse thread again
  9. >god damn you hate that faggot OP
  10. >whatever, just ignore
  11. >continue playing vidya
  12. >a weird light catches your eye from down the hall
  13. >you glance up
  14. >sigh heavily
  15. >it's probably her again
  16. >the closet door at the end begins to nudge open slightly
  17. >eerie pastel light spills tentatively out into the hallway
  18. >fuck
  19. >you turn your attention back to the TV screen, deliberately ignoring the sounds of hoofsteps in the hallway
  20. >you wish she'd just take a damn hint already
  21. >everypony else figured it out
  22. >you look towards the glow coming from the end of the hallway
  23. >you see a purple muzzle poking through the crack in the door
  24. >fuck
  25. >it's a shame, really
  26. >all that work
  27. >all that time and effort spent learning arcane and ancient sorcery
  28. >all that trouble, just to open a portal to Equestria
  29. >and at the end, when you finally succeeded, you just...
  30. >you just got bored with it
  31. >that's all there is to say
  32. >your Dad had been right all along
  33. >all that "dumb pony shit" really was just a phase
  34. >at least your friends had gotten off easy
  35. >when the fad was over and the dopamine wore off, the worst any of them had to deal with was some cringey merch to unload and some embarrassing Facebook posts to delete
  36. >but not you
  37. >you have a god damn portal to Equestria in your linen closet
  38. >one that you can't figure out how to close
  39. >whoever rents this apartment after you is going to have a fun little surprise waiting for them, that's for sure
  40. >you hear a tentative clip-clop of hooves treading down the wooden floor of your hallway
  41. >fuck
  42. >try to ignore
  43. >maybe she'll just go away
  44. >the clip-clopping grows closer
  45. >you can feel her in the living room but you focus on the TV screen so hard you get tunnel vision
  46. >you already died and you haven't even moved since you respawned, but you pretend to be absorbed in the game
  47. "Anon?"
  48. >you hear her voice nervously speaking your name
  49. >you used to dream about hearing that voice speak your name
  50. >now it might as well be nails on a blackboard
  51. >fuck
  52. >why can't she just take a hint already?
  53. >everypony else did
  54. >Dash hasn't been by in ages
  55. >the CMC stopped coming through after Rarity told them to stop bothering you
  56. >some of the ponies needed it spelled out a little more directly, of course
  57. >that look on Pinkie's face when you flat-out told her you didn't want to come to any more of her "dumb" parties will haunt you until the end of your days
  58. >but she got the message
  59. >they all did
  60. >even AJ has stopped coming through to lecture you about "playin' with a poor mare's heart"
  61. "A-anon...?"
  62. >but not her
  63. "...Anon...?"
  64. >not Twilight
  65. "Anon!!"
  66. >she suddenly steps right in front of you, blocking your view of the screen
  67. >fuck
  68. >you slam the controller down on the couch next to you
  69. "What?  What do you want?!?"
  70. >she recoils a little
  71. >you probably didn't need to speak so harshly, you suppose
  72. >you sigh
  73. "What do you want, Twi?"
  74. >she paws nervously at the floor with a hoof
  75. "I'm sorry to bother you, Anon.  I just thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to."
  76. >you grunt and pick up your controller again
  77. "I'm busy."
  78. >again, probably said that a little more harshly than you meant to
  79. >Twi glances back at the screen
  80. >your character is just standing there at the spawn point
  81. >she doesn't know much about games, but she knows what playing them looks like
  82. >she stares at the screen with a sad expression on her face
  83. >it makes your heart ache a little, and that just makes you angrier
  84. >you grip the controller so tight it makes your knuckles turn white
  85. >your character begins running off in a random direction
  86. >she keeps pawing at the floor with her hoof
  87. >it makes an irritating scratching sound
  88. "Stop doing that."
  89. >you snap at her
  90. >she cringes like you just physically struck her
  91. "I-I'm sorry."
  92. >she stops scraping the floor
  93. >you sigh again
  94. "It scratches the hardwood."
  95. >you mutter
  96. "I'm probably not going to get my security deposit back, thanks to you."
  97. >she stares dejectedly at the floor
  98. >six months ago she would have started crying at being spoken to like that
  99. >a year ago and she'd have gotten angry
  100. >she'd have told you off
  101. >now she just looks numb
  102. >broken
  103. >like she understands in her heart of hearts that this is just how it is, but she just can't move on
  104. >she looks up at you hopefully, but you jerk your eyes back to the screen
  105. >your character just got killed again, you're not even sure how
  106. >she looks sadly at the TV one last time, then back at you
  107. >her ears droop slowly and she stares at the floor again
  108. "I'll just go.  Sorry to bother you."
  109. >she takes a step back towards the hall
  110. >suddenly there is another knock on the pane of the window
  111. >you both look up
  112. >Jesus Christ, that faggot OP is still out there
  113. >it's pouring down rain outside
  114. >you can see it running down his face in rivulets
  115. >or maybe those are his tears
  116. >he stares through your window with an enraged expression
  117. >he pounds on your window again, pressing his face against the glass
  118. >several of his pimples burst open from the pressure
  119. >his fat, stubble-covered jowls tremble with fury
  120. >god damn you hate that faggot OP
  121. >this is none of his business
  122. >he had his shot with Twi
  123. >he had his shot with all of them
  124. >long story short that's why he's not allowed to use your portal anymore
  125. >god damn you hate that faggot OP
  126. >suddenly you turn your attention back to Twilight
  127. >she has once again resumed her lonely trek back to the linen closet at the end of the hall
  128. >you jump off the couch
  129. >before she has a chance to even look over her shoulder you grab her by the flanks
  130. "Aaah!"
  131. >she cries out in surprise as you drag her backwards
  132. >her hooves make a terrible noise as they scrape across the floor
  133. >fuck your hardwood, it's already ruined
  134. >you keep pulling her
  135. >you sit back down on the couch with your hands still gripping Twilight's flanks
  136. >*unzips dick*
  137. "Ah...AAAH!"
  138. >she cries out as you stick it in her
  139. >her marehood is already soaking wet
  140. >you glance at that faggot OP still watching through the window
  141. >the expression on his face is pure agony
  142. >you smirk at him and give Twilight a hard slap on the rump
  143. "AAAAH~~~<3!!!"
  144. >she cries out in pleasure
  145. >there is a faint squeaking from outside as OP's hand slides down the wet pane of your living room window
  146. >you grip her flanks hard and tug her back towards you while thrusting your pelvis with equal force
  147. >these ponies are so light, you wonder what the hell they're even made of
  148. "Aaaah!  A...Anon!!"
  149. >you begin pounding her in earnest
  150. >the sound of your mighty human member destroying that horsep*ssy echoes through the room, accompanied by Twilight's squeaks and squeals
  151. >she loses herself almost immediately
  152. >you feel a warm torrent gush out of her, soaking your loins and your shorts and dripping down onto your hardwood floor
  153. >yeah, that security deposit is long gone
  154. >fuck it
  155. >you thrust harder and harder
  156. "AAAAH!  Oh Anon!!!!"
  157. >Twi completely loses herself as you explode inside her
  158. >her front legs wobble and give out
  159. >if it wasn't for your iron grip on her flanks her back legs would have gone out too
  160. >your life force slowly drains into her
  161. >the universe ends
  162. >in that moment, you are euphoric
  163. "Ahhhhh.....<3"
  164. >Twilight sighs contentedly
  165. >you look down
  166. >she is staring up at you with an adoring look in her eye
  167. >reality returns
  168. >you suddenly feel like an absolute piece of shit
  169. >abruptly, you let go of her flanks
  170. >you slide wetly out of her and she drops completely to the floor with a plop
  171. >without another word you pick up your controller and began randomly pressing buttons
  172. >you can feel her adoring purple eyes on you still
  173. >your character dies again
  174. >you don't even notice
  175. >you just keep pressing buttons and staring at the screen
  176. >you can feel her eyes upon you
  177. >somewhere in the back of your mind you can sense OP as well, staring at you through the window in a cold fury
  178. >fuck him
  179. >fuck her
  180. >fuck everything
  181. >you just wanted to play some vidya
  182. >why can't that mare take a hint already?
  183. "Anon?"
  184. >Twi's voice cuts through the air, still hot and musky from your lovemaking
  185. >you ignore
  186. "Anon...?"
  187. >finally you look down at her
  188. >the expression on her face almost kills you
  189. >her numb sadness was bad enough but this...
  190. >adoration
  191. >but worse, hope
  192. >that look in her eyes is just pure devotion, hope, and blind faith in you
  193. >your heart becomes a lead weight in your chest
  194. >Jesus Christ, AJ was right about you
  195. >you are absolutely the worst kind of asshole
  196. >you can't bear to look at those trusting, innocent eyes anymore
  197. >you stare back at the screen until you get tunnel vision
  198. >your character is just running in place against a wall now
  199. >you don't even notice
  200. "Anon?"
  201. >that little tremor in her voice causes you to glance back at her
  202. >she's still staring up at you with the same expression
  203. >but there's just a hint of sadness in it now
  204. "What?"
  205. >you snap at her, probably much more harshly than you meant to
  206. >she doesn't flinch, but you can tell she felt it
  207. "Oh, um, I'm sorry.  I was just thinking...."
  208. >she trails off as if she expects you to take her meaning
  209. >it irritates you
  210. "You were thinking what?"
  211. >her adoring eyes flinch ever so slightly
  212. "Well, I was just thinking...Spike is away helping Rarity tonight...she, uh, asked him to help her sort some fabrics or something, so the castle's empty..."
  213. >you give a derisive snort
  214. "Spike still thinks he has a chance with Rarity?"
  215. >Twilight laughs a little, but the sound is hollow
  216. "Yeah, he just won't give that up...I think she feels a little bad about leading him on, but you know, there's that festival in Canterlot coming up, and she really needs the help..."
  217. >the two of you share a mirthless chuckle
  218. >she looks up at you with a sad, hopeful smile that breaks your heart
  219. "So...anyway, I have the castle to myself tonight, and I was wondering...."
  220. >she trails off hopefully
  221. >you stare at her, pretending you don't know exactly what she's asking
  222. >a horrible pause endures
  223. "...and I was wondering if you wanted to...I don't know...spend the night...?"
  224. >she finishes the sentence pathetically
  225. >you turn your attention back to the screen
  226. "Can't.  I have to get up early."
  227. >she recoils like you just physically struck her
  228. "O...oh.  Okay."
  229. >she stares dejectedly at the floor
  230. >but when she looks up again, that sad, pitiful gleam of hope is still in her eyes
  231. "Well...maybe I could sleep...over here?"
  232. >your character is dead again
  233. "I have to work tomorrow."
  234. >again, that came out much more harshly than you intended
  235. >Twilight cringes and looks away
  236. "Humans have to work for a living.  You know that."
  237. >you meant to say that more gently, but you snap at her instead
  238. "Oh.  Oh, right.  Well, you know that if you lived in Equestria..."
  239. >she trails off weakly
  240. >even she realizes that that sentence isn't worth finishing
  241. >she stares at you for a while longer
  242. >her hopeful, smiling expression never changes
  243. >but behind her eyes, the hope is beginning to fade
  244. "Well, I guess I'll go then.  See you later maybe...?"
  245. >you don't answer
  246. >she stares for a moment longer, then begins to trundle off down the hall
  247. >she turns and casts one last sad look over her shoulder
  248. >then she resumes her lonely journey
  249. >a second later you hear the familiar zap of the portal
  250. >the closet door closes
  251. >for several minutes you do nothing but stare at the screen
  252. >your character dies three more times
  253. >you don't even remember what game you're playing or why you wanted to play it
  254. >your head jerks up sharply at the sound of a hand slapping on the pane of your window
  255. >that faggot OP is still out there
  256. >the expression in his eyes has gone beyond pain, beyond fury
  257. >you realize your pants are still around your ankles
  258. >you smirk at OP as you pull them back up
  259. >he gives you one last hateful glare and turns to go
  260. >finally, you have the apartment to yourself
  261. >you glance down the hallway, where a familiar pastel-tinted glow is still coming from under the closet door
  262. >a pang of guilt twists like a knife in your gut
  263. >you are such a fucking bastard, you think to yourself
  264. >you wonder if maybe you should just move
  265. >that would probably be best
  266. >and yet, somehow...
  267. >you shake your head, doing your best to put the thought of Equestria out of your mind
  268. >it's not real, you think
  269. >none of this is real
  270. >you turn your attention back to the screen
  271. >your character has respawned again
  272. >you remember what you had been trying to do, and you begin to explore the game environment
  273. >the crotch of your pants is still warm and wet from Twilight's explosion
  274. >it feels good pressed against you
  275. >you put the thought out of your mind as you concentrate on vidya
  276. >god damn you hate that faggot OP
  277.  
  278. ~ FIN ~
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