"Wow," started that black rebel horse, that was mentioned at the end of last chapter, as he looked out the window, "I can't believe we're already in space." He could believe it, however, and he in fact did believe it. It's just a figure of speech.
"I can't believe it's not butter," Fluttershy whispered, but he didn't hear her because he had the radio turned up listening to black pony music. "I can't believe it's not butter," she repeated, in a whisper.
He simply juked and jived as he jammed joyously to the music, not having heard a single one of her many jokes since they'd gotten on the space airplane. Finally, Fluttershy had had enough, and she turned the radio off. Instantly, the black pony's face scrunched up like a tissue after I've cummed into it. "A'kore sha'kai," he screached in inhuman rage, offering a quick prayer to the dark gods he served, "why'd you turn off my sick-ass jams, yo?"
"They were starting to stink," Fluttershy whispered jokingly. In reality, she hated black pony music, black pony culture, and black ponies. The only reason she'd allowed this wretched scum to come with her was because she had a mighty fear of getting caught by the authorities ever since the Space Holocaust.
"Yeah, 'cuz 'dem sum dank beats, my negro," he explained as he glared at her from behind. He'd always hated yellow people.
"My space airplane, my rules," Fluttershy put her foot down in a whisper, "don't make me turn this thing around." It actually wasn't her space airplane at all, she just found it lying around with the keys sitting in the ignition, which is lucky. It's also lucky that Fluttershy knows how to pilot all space airplanes because the plot is retarded. because she has space magic. because she's the main character. because she scavenged parts for a living and, therefore, knew how to pilot ships.
"So, how do you know how to pilot space airplanes anyway?" The black pony wondered, dredging up the plot holes that I, the narrator, already so cleverly pointed out. "what space airplane flight school did you go to?"
"Noneya," Fluttershy whispered with a whisper snicker.
"Oh, that's a pretty cool school, yo," he lied, not being educated enough to know of a single space airplane school. In fact, he probably didn't even know the difference between a deer track and a snack pack.
"Noneya beez wax," Fluttershy finished her joke in a whisper, whisper laughing to herself because it was freaking hilarious just like all my jokes.
Now the black pony was peeved. He was siriously miffed. He was so ticked off. He was, dare I say, angry. Was she not the only pony around who could pilot this vessel, he'd have murdered her right then and there for that transgression and feasted on her eyeballs and entrails. However, being the rational, black pony he is, he decided it could wait until they landed. He'd never forgive her for this. Never ever.
"By the way," he decided to change the subject, "my name is Negro Dash," he finally introduced himself after like 500 words. Also, I don't know of any black ponies and I currently don't have internet connection.
"What a coincidence, I have a friend named 'Rainbow Dash'," Fluttershy lied in a whisper. Rainbow Dash isn't in this story.
"Oh yeah, I know her," Negro Dash lied since black ponies are notorious liars and he does it compulsively since he has no self control since he wasn't raised well by his single mom and his dad ditched him because he knew the little porch horse would never amount to anything.
"So, where are we going again?" Fluttershy questioned in a whisper.
"We need to go to Equestria," Negro Dash explained. "As I briefly mentioned, I'm part of the resisties and I need to group up with the others there."
"Oh, okay," Fluttershy shrugged in a whisper. Good thing she knew where Equestria was. She pulled out the star charts, checked her sextent, measured the windspeed, and set full sail towards Equestria. "At our steady pace of eight miles per hour, it'll only take us approximately four-hundred-eight trillion years to get there."
Negro Dash nodded, knowing that realistically, long-distance space travel is cumbersome and near impossible, so he simply kicked back, put his smelly feet up on the dash and slipped his mix tape in the radio. "Good thing I brought music."
Fluttershy whisper sighed, disliking black pony music, but at least preferring it to having to talk to an actual black pony. Oh well, soon enough they'd be at their destination and she could sell this space airplane and be even closer to reaching her 401hk.