Little short story I wrote. If this bothers anyone mentioned, feel free to take it down. I mostly just wanted to have some fun now that I've almost finished up with my contest entry.
The Fall of Fluttershypegasus
In a cave on the outskirts of CYStia, a brony named Fluttershypegasus lived in solitude. He had named himself after his waifu fluttershy, who's pillow he jacked off to before curling up next to her. Fluttershy understood him! And when he woke up the next day stuck to the pillow by his own cum, he was warmed by the idea that it was the closest he'd ever get to a loving embrace.
He moved out there to get away from thesexual degenerate Dark Triadist Malk, and the unholy influence he had on the wonderful land of CYStia. He watched how Malk deceived others by acting as though he literally had no idea what the fuck Flutter was on about. The people of CYStia were so lost, they had began to employ dark Satanic rituals and imagery, such as "critical thinking" and consumption of Satinic literature disguised as "classical literature." Didn't they know Homer was the original Dark Triadist who was hired by the original Satanic Greek gods?!
Oh..... but Flutter knew the truth. He knew that Malk was the dark God Dianysos. EndMaster had to be the personification of Zeus, the "Big Bad" that kept everyone distracted with his evil ways. Flutter still couldn't believe the ignoramus had the audacity to call him "prideful." Him! Just because the seven billion other people on planet Earth would agree that Flutter needed to shut the fuck up and that his ideas were some fucked up combination of New Age theorizing and fundamental Christian moral panicking didn't mean anything! They were all dumb for not acknowledging him as their new Lord and Savior.
But then, who was the Pan?! Who had inspired the CYStians to take up goat farming and snap pictures to post online?! Realizing that the Dark Triadist had once again hoodwinked him... no. No! He was one step ahead of them, always! Creating a new disguise, Flutter heaved his lard ass out of the cave and began to scream:
"Malk is a sadist! He tortures you and jacks off about it! His sexual habits are Satanic! Don't be fooled by him!"
As flutter began to crawl back in, two passing CYStians looked at each other in wonder, and understanding dawned on them.
"Hey, is that the faggot who tried to preach to us in the town square a few months back?" the first one asked.
"Yeah, I think it is!" the second one said. "Why is he hiding out and fantasizing about other men jacking off?"
Shaking their heads in disgust, they walked off. Flutter, who had heard the entire conversation, wailed in outrage. "Curse you, Malk! Satan has led humanity astray again!"
Panting and grunting, flutter dragged himself into his cum stained easy chair and began to pull up some "files." See, a few months ago, he had crept down to the barn and taken some pictures of the newborn foals... and touched them. Was it his fault they looked so much like his beloved flutter? He had sobbed in despair when the five hundred pounds of whale fat that constituted his body literally crushed the poor gal.
But he still had pictures of her in her glory! And she would be immortalized, resurrected in the great vegan paradise he was sure to bring about when he banished the Dark Triadist from achieving world domination. He would be–
"Don't fucking move, pedo!" SWAT screams as they burst into his cave. They kicked his chair over, and one of the officers peered at his screen.
"Dear God! Captain! He's got pictures of little girls in My Little Pony costumes! I think these are the ones we found dead a few months ago!"
"You sick fuck!" the SWAT Captain screams. "We all knew EndMaster was probably right to call us to come get you, but they wanted you in a hospital! But now? I can see there's no choice." Pulling his sidearm, he took aim at fluttershypegasus's head.
"I knew it!" Flutter wailed. "The Satanists have sent their puppets to silence the truth! They've already infiltrated the government!"
"Yeah, fuck you too, you pony clipper." The captain sneers at the disgusting flesh golem writhing before him, and then he fulfills the job that Natural Selection royally fucked up on. He pulls the trigger.
