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Rated 'M' for language that would make a sailor blush.

Challenge accepted. :rainbowdetermined2:

Oh wow... Vulgar Coco is Vulgar.

This city is going to be in for a rude awakening when she finally snaps huh?

So we're finally about to see what happens when Justice4243 releases the limiter, huh? This should be fun!

It Actually Doesn’t Beat Having a Live Cat Swung at Your Face

:rainbowderp: Okay, we're off to a bizarre start with just the chapter title alone...

It’s made of plastic because your fucking boss is a grade ‘S’ turd muffin.

:rainbowlaugh:

This place makes me wish I could vomit out of every orifice of our body simultaneously. You know it’d LOOK better after we did that, too!

Ugh, I've been places like that.

With a pen that was shaped like a wedge of toast.

The fuck did he even find this awkward as fuck, jive-ass pen?!

I'm having trouble picturing a pen shaped like toast. :rainbowhuh:

He was wearing a purple neon and black checkered flannel shirt, gold-colored scarf, square horned rimmed glasses, and yellow galoshes.

Someone call the fashion police. My eyes have just been raped!

Who the fuck decides to dress in this bullshit?! Where did he even find all that fucking garbage?!

Probably IN the garbage. :pinkiesick:

Even with all the fucked up magic in the world, nothing ‘natural’ comes out looking like that unless it’s pure fucking evil!

:rainbowlaugh:

“Next, we’ll check out the Trashcapades.”

The pony with the fake mutton-chops currently going on about some bizarre thing Coco didn’t really get…

What’s to get?! He likes horrible SHIT and he’s talking about horrible SHIT! He wears horrible SHIT and he’s a horseshoe’s throw away from just plain eating shit just so he can write a column about the horrible fucking experience.

So he's a society writer?

“A new bakery has opened up in which the owner swears literally that his own blood, sweat, tears, and other assorted body fluids have gone into each creation.

:pinkiesick:

…Was named ‘Hipsterdouche’.

What a horrible fucking name!

Concurrence!

For the love of Celestia’s glowing twat

*SPITTAKE*

He’ll pop a boner so hard he’ll probably strain his dick and maybe poke one of our eyes out.

I doubt it's even big enough to manage that. :rainbowwild:

It’s been said that life in the big city was hard. Manehattan was often known as a pony eat pony town.

There’s an idea! You can eat the mother fucker.

Ewww, no! He'd taste like burnt ass and yeast infections!

Somehow Coco found herself working for someone that made her long for the days when she was Suri Polomare’s slave.

Ew! No! That stuck up twat waffle was just HORRIBLE!

At least she wasn't a walking eyesore. ...much...

Hipsterdouche’s bag was made out of tin-foil and duct tape because ‘cloth was too mainstream’. The tin-foil ripped constantly, and repairs were made with more tin foil and duct tape, which turned the bag into a bulbously bagtrocity that was a pain to carry.

Wow. Hipsterdouche isn't just a douche, he's a dipshit.

“Do you… do you need some money…?” she asked as she cocked her eyebrow.

Nice guess lady, but the homeless dress AND smell nicer than this asshole on four legs.

Bwahahahahaha!!

It looks like somepony had a bloody shit and decided to put it in a blender!

Ewwwwwwwww...

I bet it tastes like Mother Nature taking a dump in your mouth!

Bye-bye breakfast. I'll miss you. :fluttershysad:

Are you almost done savoring the delicious taste of the beet coffee a second time in there?

Kick his fucking teeth in, Coco.

I really hope sassy Coco gets out of the mental cage. Shenanigans will ensue!

Her boss isn't evil. He's just a hipster. Coco may want to get some therapy before she kills him.

If this doesn't end in lesbian sex, you fucked up.

But seriously, loving this so far.

All I can say is that Coco's boss would love downtown Seattle.

Just use the mallet to beat that beet loving maniac to death! He’s such a pain in the tits that no court in Equestria would convict you!

Well he's gotta get milk for his coffee from SOMEWHERE... :pinkiecrazy:

So?! Just tell the walking color wheel failure in front of us that one of these alleyways leads to ‘The Cave Experience!’ He’ll run right in then we can club him to death with his own craptacular bag! Until the fucking piece of garbage full of garbage breaks that is. Then we keep his money and throw ALL the useless garbage in a dumpster! No pony has to know!

The wrinkles on Coco’s forehead deepened. Then we’d need to find a new job!

Wow, Coco's pretty far gone if that's her actual reaction to casual homicide.

What can be fucking worse than working for this bucket of dirty assholes!?

*spittake*

… Beet Coffee maker?

*DIES* :rainbowlaugh:

By Princess Cadances magically singing baby hole!

:twilightoops: That's a new one...

Besides, you could at least get up the nerve to think ‘vag and dick’ instead of some weak-ass shit like ‘privates’! What are you, fucking five!?

No, five-year-olds are a lot more foul-mouthed than Coco. *shudder*

Hipsterdouche simply gave Coco a smile. “Don’t worry Coco. I know you must be moist with anticipation for the Trashcapades but we’re just a block away!”

Ew!

Ew is right. That's grounds for a sexual harrassment suit. :pinkiesick:

And don’t apologize to that pigeon fucker!

Pigeons are way too smart and classy to let something like that fuck them.

“Please Coco, call me ‘Mr. Douche.’”

WAY too easy. :trollestia:

“These are our dumpsters! Get your own!”

“Fret not, my young performer!” Hipsterdouche said. “We have come to bear witness to your majestic Trashcapades!”

The stallion and mare both exchanged a quick, confused glance.

:facehoof: Don't tell me he's too fucking stupid to know homeless ponies when he sees them...

The mare raised her forehooves to her mouth and whispered in a forced tone to the stallion. “Ask them if they’re cops!”

“Hey, yeah!” The stallion said with a smile. He turned and gave Hipsterdouche and Coco a stern look. “Are you two cops? You have to tell us or its entrapment!”

That’s just an urban myth, you fucking stooge!

That's also only for solicitation and possession with intent to sell. These are some really jumpy, ill-informed hobos.

“Yeah!” the mare chimed in. “Give us the bits!” She bounded her hoofs against the edge of her dumpster. “The bits! The bits! The bits!”

The stallion smiled and began hitting his own hoofs against his dumpster as he joined in. “The bits! The bits! The bits!”

I smell two hobos that just smelled a sucker.

“And the stench!” Hipsterdouche inhaled deeply with his nose and smiled. “The stench is the very cosmos!”

If this fucking smell is going through the entire universe, it sure explains a metric-ass-ton of shit that goes on here.

*DIES*

“… Can I step outside the cosmos, Mr. Douche?”

OH MY GOD! :rainbowlaugh: Normal!Coco gets a zing in! Awesome!

Coco looked up just in time to have a filthy watermelon rind smack her in the face on the wet side. She felt her teeth began to grind almost instinctively as the soiled and smelly food item slid off the front of her face.

Don’t… say… a … bucking word!

… Velvet stink trench!

GRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Look out, here comes Saddle Rager! She's gonna kill them all! With her QUEEF MACHINE!

You know what? Screw it. Just kill him and be done with it.

There's just way too much in this chapter for me to comment on every single thing, so I'll just pick and choose a select handful of things. :rainbowderp:

Look, I feel bad not buying anything. Coco frowned as her stomach began to growl. Which I would have done since we’re on lunch break if we—I had any money!

You forgot to de-italicize the non-thought part in the middle there.

Whatever… I bet that fucking messed up marshmallow with purple springs and a horn sticking out of it

What does Sassy Coco have against Rarity? :fluttercry:

Coco kept her head down as she walked through Manhattan’s

Manehattan

Rarity’s expression changed immediately to one of wonder and awe. “This… this gloriously forward thinking bag belongs to the Hipsterdouche?!”

:facehoof:

Rarity’s look of disappointment only increased, but then suddenly disappeared as her ears perked up and her eyes went wide. “Can I touch it?”

…Two bits.

“Five bits,” Coco uttered before her face flushed red and she covered her mouth.

Oh, Coco... :ajsleepy:

… This stupid bitch KNOWS even most the dumbass ponies of this world ignore that spooge-brained pony’s advice, right?

Hey, if Hoity Toity started walking around with a cow patty on his head, Rarity would buy a cow patty for every day of the week.

WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ISSUE?! THE BITCH IS PRACTICALLY THROWING MONEY AT US AND ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS MAKE A STUPID BAG! GEEZ! IT’S NOT LIKE WE’RE DANCING AROUND A POLE WHILE PONIES WITH MASSIVE HARD-ONES STARE AT OUR ASS AND TITS!

That would require actual self-respect. Far more than selling foil and duct tape trash bags requires, anyway...

I TAKE IT ALL BACK! I LOVE THIS BITCH! SEE IF SHE’LL MARRY YOU!

What?! NO! What if she wants to do stuff… in BED with me?!

You mean what if she straps on a giant purple dildo and wants to pound your precious, puffy, pale, pussy?

You're obligated by law to write that now, you know. :trollestia:

The article was so popular, in fact, that Hipsterdouche immediately became a pony to keep an eye on… At least to a few ponies with deep pockets. Sadly, this just meant more ridiculous activities Coco was dragged to as his financiers hoped the broken clock that was Hipsterdouche would be right again at some point.

This assumes he was ever right ONCE.

WELL FUCKING JUST STICK A CHAIR UP SOME PONIES ASSHOLE!

There's probably somepony there who'd PAY her to do that. :rainbowderp:

So...Coco's making ends meet by bilking Rarity, a good friend who HELPED her?

Wow.

Just...wow.

She didn't get Coco out from under Suri fast enough. :applecry:

Oh, lord, I cannot wait for the inevitable meltdown!! :pinkiecrazy:
She gon' fuck shit up!!

Poor Coco. I really hope something goes right for her... but everything going wrong is just too funny. I can't tell if I'm a horrible person or not...:pinkiesad2:

My first thought upon seeing the title was 'Scrappy Coco' and once that was in my head I had to see what the fuck this was about.

Can't wait for the inevitable moment she snaps.

5848166 It will be GLORIOUS. Everyone, bring your cameras!

Who gives a fuck as long as we can eat hotdogs every day?!

Forgot to right-justify this.

Brilliant chapter! I'm loving the story so far!

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Thanks! Fixed! :twilightsmile: Glad you're enjoying the story! :pinkiehappy:

I am looking forward to the point where Coco simply has no bucks to give anymore.

A tall, thin earth pony stallion with a black coat, bright red mane and tail, and bright orange muttonchops that matches his eyes. He was wearing a purple neon and black checkered flannel shirt, gold-colored scarf, square horned rimmed glasses, and yellow galoshes.

By the sun and moon that's SO TACKY! :raritydespair:

The pony with the fake mutton-chops currently going on about some bizarre thing Coco didn’t really get…
…Was named ‘Hipsterdouche’.

:rainbowderp:........................................................:rainbowlaugh:

The sad thing is that those bags would probably have a lot more structural integrity if there weren't any duct tape. Well, one of the sad things...

It is sad to see Rarity blinded by fame. I know this is meant as an extra-silly story, but that's going rather overboard. Of course, the very existence of Hipsterdouche makes it clear that taking this story seriously isn't a good idea.

In any case, I look forward to the inevitable and glorious release of Sassy Coco on an unsuspecting Equestria. I just hope her suffering isn't too prolonged beforehand.

Fucking magical. Just as funny as that one time I went to a ranch and there was a guy trying to deep throat a enormous horse cock. Keep it up you pussy fuck

10/10 would cuss again

Seriously! Only four fucking hot dogs?! You’re never going to win any Poney Island eating contests if you stop at four!

Why the heck would I even enter?!

Fucking d’uuuuh! Free hotdogs!

Can't argue with that logic!

That sick fuck put it in her mouth and sounded like she was having a fucking double orgasm while she did it! I still can’t believe any pony would be fucked in the head enough to actually want that fucktard’s spit in their own mouth!

And here I wanted to forget that ever happened :raritydespair:

Well fuck me sideways with a poleaxe…

Uh… no?

*DIES* :rainbowlaugh:

Hipsterdouche shook his head. “Hmmm…” he hummed in a way that showed he had somehow mastered the tone of a ‘disapproving father’, despite never having a kid.

By Discord’s ten wangs—

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Wait… How would you even know—

—I hope this deranged fucker never had a kid. You know if he did he just left it in a garbage bin ‘cause ‘too many ponies already have kids!’

… I’m a little scared now.

Me too.

SERIOUSLY, I’M GOING TO BREAK INTO YOUR HOME AND MACE YOUR ASSHOLE WHILE YOU SLEEP!

He'd probably get off on that.

And blog about it.

And then it'd start a weird fetish.

‘THBPTBPTBPTBPTBPTBPTBPTBTPBTPBPTBBT!’

Preach it, brother!

I can't even...

I'm laughing so hard I just got a headache :rainbowlaugh:

Hipsterdouche chuckled. “Well, I had a big lunch…

Of cock.

I'm now hearing this in Avenue Q voices.

Just saying… Fucking wackjob probably eats enough semen every day to cover Twilight’s Palace.

I see what you did there :trollestia:

The brown stallion made his behind the stage

That's SOME behind. :twilightoops:

Despite Hipsterdouche’s shushing, he answered Coco in a quieted tone, “Too short, I’m afraid. Only three hours.”

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE SQUARE ROOT OF FUCK!?

I'm with Sassy Coco on this one. Hooooooly shite.

5848952 Umm... I think you're making Rarity a bit too obsessed now. It's funny as hell, but as disturbing as heaven for me.

—I hope this deranged fucker never had a kid. You know if he did he just left it in a garbage bin

There's the douche half...

‘cause ‘too many ponies already have kids!’

...and there's the hipster half.

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE SQUARE ROOT OF FUCK!?

Best way to say that I've ever seen! :rainbowlaugh:

The mare shrugged. “If you say so… I can’t blame her though. I think the coffee here tastes like shit.”

Hah!

Ri2

If she killed him, no jury would convict her.
Rarity, save her!

Ri2

Rarity, I'm so disappointed in you.

Ri2

I'm starting to think this city needs to burn.

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But then we wouldn't have sassy Coco to insult it.

Love this story so much. Hope it updates soon.

Sassy Coco's lines are still gold. Totally worth the wait.

Very nice to see this back. :pinkiehappy:

Though I was half-waiting for Oddjob to tell Coco that the cake she had was the one thing in the restaurant that didn't have extra ingredients, as a concession to those who might not be into that kind of things but were there with other ponies. I thought there might have been another reason the description of it was glossed over. Given the rest of Coco's day, it just seems like something to rub a little more salt into the wounds.

Isnt Oddjob an assasin in the Bond movies?

So.. she's a trained killer that just so happens to work in places where almost everyone get sick? :trixieshiftright:

And a sassy Coco that has half of ..her.. be really willing (and the know-how) to go on a murder spree.

Clearly, they are meant for eachother.

Why can't she accept murder? No one will convict her.

I'm telling you, murder is the only solution.

I bet there was shit in that chocolate cake.

We’re off to see the jizzer~

:rainbowderp:

We hear there’s a biz of putting jizz all up in a fucking cake!

:pinkiegasp:

Is...is his name Buck?

‘Goo: A little bit of us inside every bite!’

:pinkiesick:

yellow walls, and tiled yellow floor

That's a warning sign right there.

A plaid glow began to envelop his horn

...how does that even WORK? :rainbowhuh:

6535126 I'm more inclined to think it's marecum.

We hear there’s a biz of putting jizz all up in a fucking cake!

Oh mistress, why? :pinkiesick:

Finally her eyes settled on a dark, dark chocolate cake. It had already been sliced into, and the insides looked moist and inviting, like a cave that promised a wonderful mystery.

:raritydespair: Don't do it, you have so much to live for

She braced herself for a wave of disgust as the gooey item touched her tongue, but instead she was treated to a gooey texture of deliciously sweet flavor balanced by chocolate the hint of something salty that seemed to melt on contact.

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“I saw you run off just as I was getting off—erm— getting out of the backroom.”

wut? :rainbowderp: Are we just gonna ignore that?

6535363 I think we are going to ignore it. But Sassy Coco seems to ship it. Of course she is being a sarcastic dick waffle atm.

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