Let's face it. A lot of us here are mad. So post your most: nightmare fuel inducing, unsettling and bizzare pictures and stroies.
You fags aren't ready to witness the fucked up shit that goes through my mind
>>42899948Bring it.
>>42899939You're off by a month with this kind of thread, but I'll humor you anyway
>>42899950You asked for it
>>42899955Oh, shit! Sweet Celestia, I wasn't ready for that! I would advise anyone else against clicking that link. It's not for the faint of heart.
I too enjoy edgy pony content.
>>42899955Wtf she's being tortured
>>42899955MODS MODS MODS
>>42899955Damn... She got off easier in Cheerilee's Garden and Sweet Apple Massacre COMBINED.
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>>42899969Where does one go to read sweet apple massacre nowadays?I heard a reading of it on YouTube way back in the beginning but I can't find it on fimfiction or anything when i look it up anymore.
>>42900013There's a public Google Doc that has it.
>>42900013>>42899969Nevermind i found it...
>>42900025Thanks anyway anon, i must have been more retarded than usual last time i looked
>>42899939https://www.fimfiction.net/story/539860/insomniahttps://www.fimfiction.net/story/87619/biblical-monsters
>>42899939>Borrow a book from Twilight's library>Never actually read itONE NOTHING WRONG WITH ME
>>42899955You monster
>>42899955Okay, and now for the most horrifying pony image ever created
>>42900136>You feel the blood begin to wash away between your legs, as you stand in the corner of the shower. >The water runs bitterly cold, you don't feel it at all anymore though. >Pinkie Pie doesn't feel anything anymore. ----->Months earlier, but not many..>"Let us pray," the voice is gruff, Igneous Pie suffers no foolishness as always "hallowed be..." >You hear none of the prayer. You just look out into the space that fills between you and your dad-..you and...you and Mr. Pie. >See, the nice thing about space? It's boundless. There's nothing really there to put an end to it. It just goes on and on. >You can get lost in space. >"Pinkie?" Huh? >Your father flowers at you from across the table. Suh...sorry Father..>When his look turns more sour, like the gummy worms you sell in the shop, you slowly tilt your head down. Sorry...Daddy...>Tears bead at your eyes, secret. Igneous Pie does not smile, though he is pleased when he sees you are being a good filly again. >He finishes his prayer, and the two of you eat your meal together, like a family. >In complete silence. >It is later, in your room, the torture begins. >Mr. Pie doesn't believe in spankings for grown fillies like you. Like his..>He..>He doesn't believe in them for grown fillies. >Other corrections must be made.I...iiiiuhhhh...I'm suh-horrr-rrryyyy! >You scream out, unable to stop crying, the words feel nearly impossible to get out. >This only makes Mr Pie punish you worse. >"Thou art sorry? For what? Prithee tell me, Pinkamena!" Iiiiuuhh...iiii..i..uunh! >You hate when you get like this, when the feelings get so big and strong and scary. Because they make you cry, and when you're crying, you can't talk. You just keep choking and sputtering. >That just makes it all the worse. >Mr. Pie is dripping with sweat by the time he's done, he looks at his daughter, covered in welts and blood. He shakes his head slowly, before stilling himself. >"What do we say now, daughter?" >The words are a careful testThank you...Daddy..>You can't stop crying. >Everything in you cringes when Mr. Pie tells you the same thing as always. That he punished you to save your immortal soul. Because when he says that, the real punishment starts. >He starts massaging you, which makes the welts and bruises and cuts hurt terribly. >It also makes you feel disgusting inside. >Mr. Pie doesn't take long before he starts raping you. >Your crying isn't too loud, so he doesn't stop this time.>It feels like buggy-wuggies are all around inside of you heart and skin. >When he's done, he leaves your room, locking the door behind. >You don't sleep that night.
>>42900274>Weeks earlier>But not many.>When the cakes died, it wasn't easy by any means.>It made you terribly mopey.>Hardly did it...>...>Your own inner voice doesn't even sound like yours anymore.>It didn't make sense to you anyway, that the Cakes could die in such a silly, cruel way.>Struck by lightning.>It was so absurd, you'd laugh if you were a meaner pony.>All because they needed to rush out in an emergency.>You had learned to cope with that grief though.>The problems with money however, were way way harder.>You couldn't run an entire bakery all by yourself AND plan parties at the same time.>Your friends can't help much either, but they did try.>You were so scared you'd get evicted.>But something worse happened, worse than you could've ever imagined.>Igneous Pie showed up on your doorstep.>Shock doesn't nearly cover your feelings when you saw him. Terror, however, does much better a job.Nuh...Mister...Mister Pie?>"Pinkamena." He said coldly.>"The surprise, imagine, when my ears hear that Misses Pinkamena Diane Pie was on the verge of destitution."I can explain! I didn't...see the cakes died and and, Ive been working extra super duper hard. Buth->He slaps you clear across your face, sending you stumbling backwards, to the floor. A bruise begins to form around the bottom of your mouth, saliva and blood dripping to your chin.>"Foolishness. How dare thee speak to me in the tongues of disbelievers. Have I taught thee naught anything?'>"Let us review further, yes? Pinkamena, thou are on edge of foreclosure. Thine friends spoke most pitiably of thee wretched state to me! Thine father!"I didn't mean->He kicks you in the tummy, which makes you curl in and wheeze.>"Beastly Filly, thee will speak only when spoken to, and I expect still this to be done properly!">Meekly you uncurled, nodding, trying your best not to shake.>"Such embarrassment thee bring upon thine father, thine family. Do thee have no humility to speak of? "Nnhh..>"Well? Speak! Thou art not incapable of such, are thou? Why hold thy tongue now, do thee disobey me again?!"Nooo! Nnnuuhhhooo! I'm ..I'm sorry Daddy! I am sorry! Pray thee do forgive me, daddy!>Mr. Pie paused, shivering.>"Daddy...">His eyes looked like they almost glowed when he said that.>"Precious, beautiful darling girl..."
>>42900274Keep writing. Take your time.
>>42900323>"Well," he coughs, barely hiding his arousal "come then, it is time to depart from the modern nightmare." No! >"What did thee say?" Please! Please I can't- I, my friends are all here ....don't make me leave. I can do better, I just ..I just need help...please daddy? >Igneous pie shudders, pausing, he looks to the ceiling away from you. Thoughts creep and crawl about on his mind like vines. >"Fine." Really? >"Yes, but there must accept my conditions. Thee have become too prideful, it brings no small amount of shame on the pie clan. I shall help in thine foolish endeavor, exchange therein that I shall stay with thee, monitor thy business venture and reform thee from damnation." >You bit your lip, eyes closed...but you nodded, agreeing to Mr. Pie.>"Daughter, thine choice is sure to be fruitful." He helps you up to your hooves, walking you up to your bedroom. >"I shall save thee soul immortal from tartarus." >Dread clings to you like your best friend in the world with that last sentence
>>42900379Only if the thread gets updated with more cool images.
>>42900611Fair trade.
Horses (2025) but MLP
>>42899955mods ban
>>42901543I've always liked that one of twi, I've got a cool gif of it that i like but the file size limit on 4chis is dog shit.
>>42901987was it picrel?
>>42899955Youre fucking scum. I browse gore threads without a second look but this shit made me fucking sick. You need to seek help now.
>>42899955HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO ANON
>pajeets and shitposters avoiding this thread like the plaguethe advertiser overlords must have them on a tight leash.
>>42902639I can start shitposting if you want
>>42902949Would you risk plapping this kind of Schmoopy?
>>42902999Total Schmoopy Plap. TSP is a must.
