Three Purple Ponies Try To Solve The Worlds Problems 2.5



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                                            It's all downhill from here....


                                            Twilight Sparkle:


                                            > My eyes fluttered open

                                            > Spit dribbled from my bottom lip into Amethysts lap

                                            > pain throbbed through my head in waves

                                            > It was sharp and felt electric

                                            > The drum of a painful migraine pulsated between my ears

                                            > The most unpleasant  would rise just as quick as it fell

                                            > At its peak it felt like a needle was being shoved into my left eye

                                            > For the brief moment the stinging subsided I closed my eyes and sighed


                                            > The pain began to rise and I dug my hooves into the sheets

                                            > The fabric was wet with a mysterious orange sauce

                                            > I don't know what it is, but it doesn't matter

                                            > My mind was inflamed with piercing pain

                                            > It was like my every nerve was screaming

                                            > I inhaled deeply and the drumming slowed until it stopped completely

                                            > With my head cleared a sense of confusion rested over me

                                            > Lightheaded with the pain still ringing in my head I slowly lifted myself off Amy's lap and nursed my aching skull with my hoof


                                            > What even happened?

                                            > What time is it?

                                            > How did I end up on her lap?


                                            > The last thing I could remember was taking a bite of a chicken wing then suddenly…

                                            > I don’t even know.

                                            > Did I black out?


                                            > I wanted to ask but all that came out was yawn

                                            “Amethyst…How are we doing for the election?”

                                            > “It’s going great!” She cheered “I think I’m ready to hit the road and start my campaign!”

                                            > Did I hear her correctly?

                                            > She's running in the election?


                                            > My head started to hurt again

                                            > My eyes retreated back into her lap

                                            > Her thighs were basted in sweat and syrup

                                            > I wiped my cheek

                                            > Crusty flakes of drool mixed with dehydrated plum sauce peeled off my cheek like dandruff

                                            > I bucked my head backwards and leaped off the bed

                                            > My hooves fumbled when they hit the floor and I staggered a little as I tried to regain my balance

                                            > The food trapped inside my gut sloshed violently as I bounced from hoof to hoof trying to keep my balance

                                            > The room stopped spinning and I felt recovered


                                            > My eyes fell to a small puddle of milk beneath where Amy was sitting

                                            > Or at least it looked like milk?

                                            > It dripped from her breasts like a broken faucet

                                            > A mix of white and green and was incredibly thick resembling nothing I had ever seen expel from a healthy body

                                            > From her nipple the Viscus milk breached her milk ducts

                                            > It had the consistency of artists paint

                                            > And every now and then, cylindrical chunks of an unknown substance forced its way from her nipple


                                            > My mind jumped glue sticks

                                            > tiny chewed up glue sticks

                                            > Celestia knows what they were but she was hemorrhaging them like crazy

                                            > “Princess…” Amy chuckled

                                            > “You broke them.” Her face scrunched as she laughed

                                            > I was stunned


                                            > She scooped a hoof full of milk and brought it below her chin

                                            > She began lapping the milk off her hoof like cat

                                            > Her back legs trembled

                                            > She wasn't shy about her pleasure


                                            > Her fur was covered in various spreads and food

                                            > Ketchup, peanut butter, olive oil, anchovy paste and grease coated the mare

                                            > She smelled as foul as she looked

                                            > Though, I don’t think she noticed or cared

                                            > She was relishing in the filth which no doubt was skin deep


                                            > With her legs spread wide I could see her ravaged sex leaking green ooze and mixing with the chunky milk

                                            > Stretch marks were tattooed over her distended belly

                                            > She was a disaster

                                            > But she didn’t seem upset


                                            > “Twilight, tell me I’m a good mare again.” She asked batting her eyes


                                            > I began to try putting the pieces together

                                            > I awoke with my face rested over her lap

                                            > A gap in my memory

                                            > I’m completely naked

                                            > I glassed over the room which was a state of disaster

                                            > Half eaten pieces of chicken laid sadly over the carpet alongside discarded bones and slivers of skin

                                            > The walls were covered in sauce

                                            > Between the pools of grease saturated into the wallpaper were long strokes of ketchup and jam smeared along the walls

                                            > They looked like they were done by hoof

                                            > One particular group of streaks almost looked like writing

                                            > But I couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was trying to say.


                                            > The air was sticky and smelled like death, chocolate and chicken, milk and sex

                                            > Amy herself had an oder of her own

                                            > She smelled like a McHoofies dumpster on a hot summer's day

                                            > She put her hooves over her breasts and began rubbing the food into her skin

                                            > “I’m a dirty mare. Come clean me.” She moaned

                                            > I shook my head in disgust

                                            > I didn’t want to admit it

                                            > But there was only one logical explanation for this turn of events

                                            > Amy somehow was able to drug me and in my unconscious state tried to rape me


                                            > It was the only logical conclusion

                                            > I don't know how we became so filthy

                                            > Celestia knows what led us to this point

                                            > I've been thinking that since we arrived


                                            > Amy slid her front left leg between her breasts which were dangling over the edge of the bed

                                            > The sound of her hoof penetrating her cleavage made a loud squeak


                                            “Ewww! Amy! what the heck!?”

                                            > She tilted her head “What's wrong Twilight?”

                                            “Were you coming onto me!?”

                                            > “No! You were coming onto me! And I’m super honoured that you did!”


                                            > I rolled my eyes

                                            > Amy is such a liar

                                            > Is there anything redeemable about this mare?

                                            > “We talked for hours. You helped me realize that my fear of germs is just a coping mechanism for the neglect I felt as a filly."

                                            "Did I now?'

                                            > "Don’t you remember? We cried in each other's hooves and then you slathered me with cooking oil and licked it off me. It felt weird at first, but it was the most love I’ve felt in a long time…The entire experience made me weep like a baby…You helped me realize how foolish I was being. ”

                                            > I stumbled over to the desk and resumed my study into Griffon elections

                                            > I didn't believe her for a second


                                            > “I think you unlocked something in me Twilight…I love being filthy…It's so liberating and sexy. I’m never gonna shower again.”

                                            > She began rubbing her hoof in slow circle over her pussy

                                            > In all my life I have never witnessed such degeneracy


                                            > My stomach began to rumble and I created some food

                                            > Deep fried potatoes doused in ketchup

                                            > Not what I was thinking, but they looked delicious

                                            “Amy, you smell like a dumpster.” I scoffed

                                            > “I know! I’m a filthy, filthy mare!”

                                            > Why am I always in the company of the most crazy ponies?


                                            > “I’m so happy that you’re letting me run in this election on your behalf! You’re the greatest pony ever!”

                                            > What was she talking about?

                                            > Had she finally lost her mind?

                                            > Why would I let her run in the election?


                                            > I shuffled through her notes which laid scattered across the desk

                                            > Beneath the paperwork were posters with pictures of Amy in all her filthy glory

                                            > “Vote for Amethyst for a fatter future!”

                                            > I couldn’t believe this

                                            > She was actually running

                                            > How long was I out?


                                            “Amethyst you fool! If you run in the election you’ll take votes away from me!”

                                            > “But you said…”

                                            “Those Changeling eggs are messing with your head Amy.”

                                            > “No! I mean…I don’t know…They could be! Twilight! Are they!?” Amy began to panic

                                            > I spawned a cake made entirely out of frosting above my head and began dipping the potato wedges into the frosting


                                            “Probably. Who knows what chemicals those things are entombed in. It’s probably corroding your brian.”

                                            > “Oh my gosh! Do you really think so!?”

                                            > I rolled my eyes

                                            > It was possible, but highly unlikely

                                            “Never mind that! You’re really making things really complicated for me Amy.”

                                            > “I’;m sorry Twilight. Its just that…You said I would make an amazing mayor. I really liked the idea of being a mayor…”


                                            > Stupid mare

                                            > I wouldn’t trust her with a staple gun let alone control of the most volatile city in Equestria

                                            > Sugar Belle may be an idiot, but at least she was consistent

                                            > Amy doesn’t even know if she wants to live a life of clean living or surrender to her primal urges and become gutter trash

                                            “Don’t worry Amy. I can fix this.”


                                            > “You can?” Confusion riddled her voice

                                            “Amy, I need to win this election. It’s my duty as the princess of friendship to represent the throne. Not you.”

                                            > “I’m so confused. You sent me to get posters made and we created an entire campaign….”

                                            > She seemed genuinely confused

                                            > Maybe she wasn’t behind my sudden blackout

                                            > Something strange was happening

                                            > I could feel it in my gut


                                            > “Twilight, you said I was going to run for mayor…”

                                            “Well we have a new plan now.”

                                            > “But…We made posters and everything…”


                                            “Don’t worry Amy, we can use all your ideas for my campaign and sabotage your campaign in the process.”

                                            > I scanned the mare for a moment

                                            “You still hate creatures right?”

                                            > “Well…I don’t really like creatures but I wouldn’t say I hate them…”

                                            “Perfect! Then you will represent the anti creature party!”

                                            > “Wait…”


                                            “Equestria is moving towards a progressive future. Sugar Mountains is most progressive city in all Equestria. So when you get on stage and tell everypony how you think ponies are superior and how you want to eradicate creatures you’ll have no chance of winning!”

                                            > “I can’t do that! I’ll get killed!”

                                            “Amy please, you must stop being so self centered.”

                                            > I took a bite of my cake and the my belly started to rumble again

                                            > great…


                                            > “Twilight, I really think you should reconsider this plan, you and I have already made policies and I think they’re pretty good! We can work together!”

                                            “Like what?”

                                            > “We were going to build schools, create sugar mining jobs, and public gardens along the shoulders of every street and best of all, we were going to keep the griffins out of Sugar Mountains!”

                                            > I must have been in some kinda way when we made all these plans

                                            > I don’t wanna kick the griffins out completely…

                                            > And all those gardens would cost a fortune!


                                            “Amy!” I giggled “We can’t do that! We need to focus our energy into bringing Sugar Mountains up to the royal standard. Celestia won’t fund the town until we convince these rebellious ponies that celestia's way is the best way!”

                                            > She sighed

                                            > “And how are we gonna do that?”

                                            “Ponyville is a prime example of how to run a town by Celestias guidebook! In fact, I think I have the book in my bag!”

                                            > I pulled out the book out of my luggage

                                            > A thick seven hundred page book on how to run a city by Celestias standards

                                            >I began to read


                                            “A good city includes statues of the princesses to symbolize our legend, every building must be painted in a bright pastel color, bakeries on every corner and schools must teach “Equestrius Dox 1.5.”

                                            > “I always hated that book.” Amy grumbled

                                            “It’s all part of her peacekeeping technique!”

                                            “You’re policy is anti creature and pro Equestria. While mine is status quo, pro Celestia.”

                                            > “I actually can stand behind both of those sentiments….So we’re just giving the ponies the illusion of choice?”

                                            “Between us? Yes. We still have a griffon to contend with and Celestia knows what he stands for.”


                                            > Amy scratched her head

                                            > “Twilight, I don’t know how I feel about all this…My reputation will be ruined if I start telling ponies I hate creatures…Ponies don’t take kindly to that kinda talk anymore.”

                                            > Amy is such a whiner

                                            > I glanced down at the puddle of milk below her hooves and I hatched a brilliant idea

                                            “Amy, I think I can settle your nerves.”

                                            >”Really?”

                                            > “Yes! The only question is, are you ready to become worst pony?”

                                            > “I guess?” Amy stuttered


                                            > I shoved my hoof into the milk and smeared it across her face

                                            > The milk was thick and stuck to her fur like glue

                                            > “Twilight…What are you doing?”

                                            > I pressed my hoof over her lips and hushed her

                                            “Shhh….I want you to trust me.”

                                            > “O..Ok…”

                                            “Do you believe that Equestria is the greatest nation in the world?”

                                            > “Y..Yes.”

                                            “Will you do anything to save her?”

                                            > “Yes.”

                                            “Will you do whatever it takes to clean the filthy creatures from her lands?”

                                            > “YES!”

                                            “Then with the power bestowed upon me by Celestia, I pronounce you the leader of the Mares First Party!”


                                            > “The Mares First Party?”

                                            “Yes! The mare's first party! How does it feel…Ary?”

                                            > A smile crept along her face

                                            > "Ary..I like that. I wish you luck in the upcoming election Princess.”

                                            “Same to you my little nationalist friend.”

                                            > Her smile grew and she began to rub her hooves together


                                            > She won’t last a day on the campaign trial

                                            > Only the most hate filled, ignorant ponies would vote her

                                            > Right?


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