>be you
>in your apartment playing vidya
>rain drumming softly against your roof
>hella comfy atmosphere
>you hear a light knock on the window
>look up
>it's that faggot OP
>fuck, he probably wants you to post in his Scootabuse thread again
>god damn you hate that faggot OP
>whatever, just ignore
>continue playing vidya
>a weird light catches your eye from down the hall
>you glance up
>sigh heavily
>it's probably her again
>the closet door at the end begins to nudge open slightly
>eerie pastel light spills tentatively out into the hallway
>fuck
>you turn your attention back to the TV screen, deliberately ignoring the sounds of hoofsteps in the hallway
>you wish she'd just take a damn hint already
>everypony else figured it out
>you look towards the glow coming from the end of the hallway
>you see a purple muzzle poking through the crack in the door
>fuck
>it's a shame, really
>all that work
>all that time and effort spent learning arcane and ancient sorcery
>all that trouble, just to open a portal to Equestria
>and at the end, when you finally succeeded, you just...
>you just got bored with it
>that's all there is to say
>your Dad had been right all along
>all that "dumb pony shit" really was just a phase
>at least your friends had gotten off easy
>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
>but not you
>you have a god damn portal to Equestria in your linen closet
>one that you can't figure out how to close
>whoever rents this apartment after you is going to have a fun little surprise waiting for them, that's for sure
>you hear a tentative clip-clop of hooves treading down the wooden floor of your hallway
>fuck
>try to ignore
>maybe she'll just go away
>the clip-clopping grows closer
>you can feel her in the living room but you focus on the TV screen so hard you get tunnel vision
>you already died and you haven't even moved since you respawned, but you pretend to be absorbed in the game
"Anon?"
>you hear her voice nervously speaking your name
>you used to dream about hearing that voice speak your name
>now it might as well be nails on a blackboard
>fuck
>why can't she just take a hint already?
>everypony else did
>Dash hasn't been by in ages
>the CMC stopped coming through after Rarity told them to stop bothering you
>some of the ponies needed it spelled out a little more directly, of course
>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
>but she got the message
>they all did
>even AJ has stopped coming through to lecture you about "playin' with a poor mare's heart"
"A-anon...?"
>but not her
"...Anon...?"
>not Twilight
"Anon!!"
>she suddenly steps right in front of you, blocking your view of the screen
>fuck
>you slam the controller down on the couch next to you
"What?  What do you want?!?"
>she recoils a little
>you probably didn't need to speak so harshly, you suppose
>you sigh
"What do you want, Twi?"
>she paws nervously at the floor with a hoof
"I'm sorry to bother you, Anon.  I just thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to."
>you grunt and pick up your controller again
"I'm busy."
>again, probably said that a little more harshly than you meant to
>Twi glances back at the screen
>your character is just standing there at the spawn point
>she doesn't know much about games, but she knows what playing them looks like
>she stares at the screen with a sad expression on her face
>it makes your heart ache a little, and that just makes you angrier
>you grip the controller so tight it makes your knuckles turn white
>your character begins running off in a random direction
>she keeps pawing at the floor with her hoof
>it makes an irritating scratching sound
"Stop doing that."
>you snap at her
>she cringes like you just physically struck her
"I-I'm sorry."
>she stops scraping the floor
>you sigh again
"It scratches the hardwood."
>you mutter
"I'm probably not going to get my security deposit back, thanks to you."
>she stares dejectedly at the floor
>six months ago she would have started crying at being spoken to like that
>a year ago and she'd have gotten angry
>she'd have told you off
>now she just looks numb
>broken
>like she understands in her heart of hearts that this is just how it is, but she just can't move on
>she looks up at you hopefully, but you jerk your eyes back to the screen
>your character just got killed again, you're not even sure how
>she looks sadly at the TV one last time, then back at you
>her ears droop slowly and she stares at the floor again
"I'll just go.  Sorry to bother you."
>she takes a step back towards the hall
>suddenly there is another knock on the pane of the window
>you both look up
>Jesus Christ, that faggot OP is still out there
>it's pouring down rain outside
>you can see it running down his face in rivulets
>or maybe those are his tears
>he stares through your window with an enraged expression
>he pounds on your window again, pressing his face against the glass
>several of his pimples burst open from the pressure
>his fat, stubble-covered jowls tremble with fury
>god damn you hate that faggot OP
>this is none of his business
>he had his shot with Twi
>he had his shot with all of them
>long story short that's why he's not allowed to use your portal anymore
>god damn you hate that faggot OP
>suddenly you turn your attention back to Twilight
>she has once again resumed her lonely trek back to the linen closet at the end of the hall
>you jump off the couch
>before she has a chance to even look over her shoulder you grab her by the flanks
"Aaah!"
>she cries out in surprise as you drag her backwards
>her hooves make a terrible noise as they scrape across the floor
>fuck your hardwood, it's already ruined
>you keep pulling her
>you sit back down on the couch with your hands still gripping Twilight's flanks
>*unzips dick*
"Ah...AAAH!"
>she cries out as you stick it in her
>her marehood is already soaking wet
>you glance at that faggot OP still watching through the window
>the expression on his face is pure agony
>you smirk at him and give Twilight a hard slap on the rump
"AAAAH~~~<3!!!"
>she cries out in pleasure
>there is a faint squeaking from outside as OP's hand slides down the wet pane of your living room window
>you grip her flanks hard and tug her back towards you while thrusting your pelvis with equal force
>these ponies are so light, you wonder what the hell they're even made of
"Aaaah!  A...Anon!!"
>you begin pounding her in earnest
>the sound of your mighty human member destroying that horsep*ssy echoes through the room, accompanied by Twilight's squeaks and squeals
>she loses herself almost immediately
>you feel a warm torrent gush out of her, soaking your loins and your shorts and dripping down onto your hardwood floor
>yeah, that security deposit is long gone
>fuck it
>you thrust harder and harder
"AAAAH!  Oh Anon!!!!"
>Twi completely loses herself as you explode inside her
>her front legs wobble and give out
>if it wasn't for your iron grip on her flanks her back legs would have gone out too
>your life force slowly drains into her
>the universe ends
>in that moment, you are euphoric
"Ahhhhh.....<3"
>Twilight sighs contentedly
>you look down
>she is staring up at you with an adoring look in her eye
>reality returns
>you suddenly feel like an absolute piece of shit
>abruptly, you let go of her flanks
>you slide wetly out of her and she drops completely to the floor with a plop
>without another word you pick up your controller and began randomly pressing buttons
>you can feel her adoring purple eyes on you still
>your character dies again
>you don't even notice
>you just keep pressing buttons and staring at the screen
>you can feel her eyes upon you
>somewhere in the back of your mind you can sense OP as well, staring at you through the window in a cold fury
>fuck him
>fuck her
>fuck everything
>you just wanted to play some vidya
>why can't that mare take a hint already?
"Anon?"
>Twi's voice cuts through the air, still hot and musky from your lovemaking
>you ignore
"Anon...?"
>finally you look down at her
>the expression on her face almost kills you
>her numb sadness was bad enough but this...
>adoration
>but worse, hope
>that look in her eyes is just pure devotion, hope, and blind faith in you
>your heart becomes a lead weight in your chest
>Jesus Christ, AJ was right about you
>you are absolutely the worst kind of asshole
>you can't bear to look at those trusting, innocent eyes anymore
>you stare back at the screen until you get tunnel vision
>your character is just running in place against a wall now
>you don't even notice
"Anon?"
>that little tremor in her voice causes you to glance back at her
>she's still staring up at you with the same expression
>but there's just a hint of sadness in it now
"What?"
>you snap at her, probably much more harshly than you meant to
>she doesn't flinch, but you can tell she felt it
"Oh, um, I'm sorry.  I was just thinking...."
>she trails off as if she expects you to take her meaning
>it irritates you
"You were thinking what?"
>her adoring eyes flinch ever so slightly
"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..."
>you give a derisive snort
"Spike still thinks he has a chance with Rarity?"
>Twilight laughs a little, but the sound is hollow
"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..."
>the two of you share a mirthless chuckle
>she looks up at you with a sad, hopeful smile that breaks your heart
"So...anyway, I have the castle to myself tonight, and I was wondering...."
>she trails off hopefully
>you stare at her, pretending you don't know exactly what she's asking
>a horrible pause endures
"...and I was wondering if you wanted to...I don't know...spend the night...?"
>she finishes the sentence pathetically
>you turn your attention back to the screen
"Can't.  I have to get up early."
>she recoils like you just physically struck her
"O...oh.  Okay."
>she stares dejectedly at the floor
>but when she looks up again, that sad, pitiful gleam of hope is still in her eyes
"Well...maybe I could sleep...over here?"
>your character is dead again
"I have to work tomorrow."
>again, that came out much more harshly than you intended
>Twilight cringes and looks away
"Humans have to work for a living.  You know that."
>you meant to say that more gently, but you snap at her instead
"Oh.  Oh, right.  Well, you know that if you lived in Equestria..."
>she trails off weakly
>even she realizes that that sentence isn't worth finishing
>she stares at you for a while longer
>her hopeful, smiling expression never changes
>but behind her eyes, the hope is beginning to fade
"Well, I guess I'll go then.  See you later maybe...?"
>you don't answer
>she stares for a moment longer, then begins to trundle off down the hall
>she turns and casts one last sad look over her shoulder
>then she resumes her lonely journey
>a second later you hear the familiar zap of the portal
>the closet door closes
>for several minutes you do nothing but stare at the screen
>your character dies three more times
>you don't even remember what game you're playing or why you wanted to play it
>your head jerks up sharply at the sound of a hand slapping on the pane of your window
>that faggot OP is still out there
>the expression in his eyes has gone beyond pain, beyond fury
>you realize your pants are still around your ankles
>you smirk at OP as you pull them back up
>he gives you one last hateful glare and turns to go
>finally, you have the apartment to yourself
>you glance down the hallway, where a familiar pastel-tinted glow is still coming from under the closet door
>a pang of guilt twists like a knife in your gut
>you are such a fucking bastard, you think to yourself
>you wonder if maybe you should just move
>that would probably be best
>and yet, somehow...
>you shake your head, doing your best to put the thought of Equestria out of your mind
>it's not real, you think
>none of this is real
>you turn your attention back to the screen
>your character has respawned again
>you remember what you had been trying to do, and you begin to explore the game environment
>the crotch of your pants is still warm and wet from Twilight's explosion
>it feels good pressed against you
>you put the thought out of your mind as you concentrate on vidya
>god damn you hate that faggot OP

~ FIN ~