Hello reader, my name is Codename One. What you are about to read is the long-awaited sequel to my original comedy-parody story, Dropping In. For proper context on just what you are about to read, I suggest reading Dropping In. Basically, this kind of story is a subculture of parody that I like to refer to as Blackburnian, in which the humor is extreme and shocking to the average person. This is the kind of humor that would get you fired from virtually every job, and would give your grandmother a heart attack. It is NOT for the easily-offended, faint-of-heart, or those of poor temperament. This story contains jokes about sex, masturbation, desecrating corpses, necrophilia, children being killed, mass shootings, racist jokes, sexist jokes, homophobic jokes, cannibalism, rape, domestic violence, misogyny, pedophilia, hoplophilia(sexual attraction to weapons, namely firearms), and politics. This story contains extreme, perhaps cartoonish, levels of violence in graphic detail, but presented in a manner that is intended to be humorous. This disclaimer exists as a warning to all the Tumblr feminists and political-correctness extremists who may have stumbled upon this story by accident, thinking it is your average random parody. IT IS NOT. I should probably be in prison for writing this.

Another important thing to note is that the core of this story(that is everything except the final chapter) was written over 4 years ago. As such, most of its humor references practices and media that are woefully outdated, and events that have long since ceased to be relevant. I wrote the final chapter only a scant few days ago(it's currently 2016). If this gets enough attention I may perhaps write a third sequel which will contain relevant references to pop culture, current events, and practices with regards to the various video games and their respective developers and publishers whom are made fun of in this story.

Now that that's all out of the way please enjoy Dropping In 2.


Dropping In 2

Written by Codename: One

Section One
Resident Evil, Sonic the Hedgehog, and the return of Cole


"Sweetie Belle just got back five minutes ago and now you want to go out there?" Applebloom asked as she and Scootaloo stood outside the CMC clubhouse.

"Yeah, why not? Sweetie Belle came back OK" Scootaloo answered.

"Yeah, but she was talking weird and mentioned something called an M16...ah don't know what that is but it doesn't sound too good" Applebloom said.

"Come on, Applebloom! Please? I'll be OK, I promise" the orange Pegasus pleaded.

"Well...OK, get in the pod and I'll shoot ya out" AB replied, taking position behind the cannon and sealing up the pod Scootaloo was in, loading it in the barrel and firing it into the sky.

I sure hope she'll be OK Applebloom thought, watching the pod streak out of sight.


Scootaloo's pod smashed to a stop and she stumbled out of it into some kind of weird room with metal beams stretching from floor to ceiling and a bunch of seats lining the walls.

"Complete. Global. MASTURBATION!" a deep-voice exclaimed, prompting Scootaloo to look over and see a deranged man with blonde hair and a trench coat sprint towards some dude with massive muscles and a chick that looked completely useless.

"What the heck?!" the Pegasus filly exclaimed as the blonde man ran around the other two alien-looking people and totally wrecked their stuff.

Wait, aliens! Do I have an alien-hunter cutie mark yet?

She did not.

While Scoots was busy looking at her blank flank the blonde man sprinted over and smacked her shit before racing around the room again wrecking the other guys.

Before Scootaloo could be scared out of her wits and attempt to fly and fail miserably because she was such a fucking worthless excuse for a Pegasus and then whine to the author about her lack of characterization there was an intense rumbling and the three humans went crashing out a door at the back of the room, with the blonde-haired one disappearing out of sight.

Scootaloo stumbled out of the room and discovered that the room was part of some kind of large vehicle.

The little Pegasus looked over at the other two aliens and saw that the female one suddenly had a bunch of little boxes of ammo all over her body, standing up and shouting "I need ammo!"

The male alien with the massive arms looked at her with a look of "are you fucking serious?"

"So, um, who are you guys?" Scootaloo asked, approaching the two of them.

"I'm Chris Redfield, look at my fucking arms!" the male yelled, showing off the massive limbs. "My balls may be as big as raisins but I don't give a shit 'cause I have HUGE FUCKING ARMS!"

"What about her?" Scoots replied.

"She's fucking worthless" Chris answered. "Come on, Sheva!"

"Forget it!"

"You fucking worthless whore!" Chris exclaimed, approaching a couple of boxes and smashing them open with a giant knife and saying to the woman "you grab it!"

"You can't be serious!" the girl responded.

Chris backhanded her.

Before more could be said amongst the group there was heavy plodding on metal and the trio looked up, seeing the blonde-haired man walking on some cylinders sans shirt.

"It's over, Wesker!" Chris exclaimed.

"Over? I'm just getting started!" the blonde-haired man responded, slamming his hand into one of the cylinders and reeling as hundreds of tentacle-like penises came snaking out and consumed his body, turning him into some kind of fucking retarded penis-tyrant because the writers at Capcom thought that would be a great idea along with ruining his backstory and giving him a new one they ripped off of Sephiroth from Final Fantasy.

"Ewwwwwww, gross!" Scootaloo declared as the penises snaked around Wesker's body.

"Do you really believe global virginity is worth saving?!" Wesker inquired as the two humans and Scootaloo retreated.

As they proceeded across a rock bridge it collapsed, dumping Chris onto a rock below that was in some kind of lava pool.

"Chris! Are you OK?" the female asked, staring down and looking like she was trying to fall into the lava.

Chris waved his arm as Wesker dropped down and followed him.

"Everywhere, nothing but loathsome virgins!" Wesker commented, leaping across the gaps in the rocks as he chased Chris.

"So, what's your real name?" Scootaloo asked the female accompanying her.

"Sheva Alomar."

"Well it looks like we need to help Chris" Scoots said, following Sheva as she ran down the cliff and starting firing some loud thing at Wesker, who was still spouting stuff about virgins and "complete global masturbation."

While Sheva continued to be fucking useless Chris began punching Wesker, dealing massive damage because his arms were so fucking muscular and huge.

In an attempt to get back to where Chris was Sheva and Scootaloo proceeded across another rock bridge which collapsed like the last one leaving Sheva hanging on the edge of a cliff and deciding to wait nine days to pull herself up because she was so fucking worthless.

"I'll help you up!" Scootaloo exclaimed, trying to pull Sheva up and failing because she was overweight with 1000000 boxes of ammo because she always hoarded the fucking ammo like a little bitch. And gold, too, she always hoards the fucking gold and treasures.

What a bitch.

Finally Sheva pulled herself up and the two females walked down the rest of the rock path to a gap they couldn't cross.

"Hold on!" Chris yelled, running to a giant boulder and beginning to punch and push it because he was such a fucking hard-ass bastard that did so many steroids he could actually push a fucking one ton rock.

Succeeding in his badassery once again the boulder rolled into the gap and formed a bridge which the two girls crossed as Wesker came around the corner of a rock hill with the penises flailing around in a frenzy.

"I SMELL A VIRGIN!" Wesker screamed as he quickly approached the trio.

"Who the hell is a virgin here? It's not me, I know that; I've fucked every girl I've ever met except Sheva because she's a hideous cow" Chris declared.

"It's not me, I fucked the entire village I was born in" Sheva stated, her and Chris looking down at Scootaloo.

"Uhh, hi?" Scoots said, unsure of why they were staring at her.

"Well, I guess we know who the virgin is. Time to feed her to Wesker to appease his appetite for tight, virgin pedo-pussy" Chris announced, snatching up the little Pegasus filly.

"Hey, what? What are you doing? Put me down! What's a virgin, anyway?" Scootaloo asked, very confused by the whole situation.

Suddenly Sheva, in all her infinite wisdom, began sprinting towards Wesker and was grabbed by the penises flailing about, raping in her in all three of her holes and even in a few new places like her ears and nostrils.

After ten seconds the penises jizzed everywhere inside Sheva and she exploded from the inside out, her entire body vaporized. Despite being dead she was able to say "worst sex ever" which made Wesker put Sheva back together and rape her again.

"Shit, well looks like you're my new partner, little pony girl whose name I don't remember" Chris said, turning to face Scootaloo and handing her a massive device.

"What is this?" Scoots inquired, trying desperately to hold up the heavy device.

"It's an Infinite Rocket Launcher I got from beating this game once before and just having it by default afterwards unlike Resident Evil 4 where you had to unlock the weapon and then play the game again to get the money for it despite it being just a novelty item and the Chicago Typewriter being better. You just hold it up and spam the trigger and send rockets into Wesker's face to keep him back before you reach the damage threshold and the ending cutscene starts" Chris explained.

"What?!" Scootaloo yelled, completely at a loss to what the massive-armed man had said.

"Shoot him or he'll rape us!" Chris screamed as Wesker reached them, smacking Scootaloo's shit once again and sending her flying into the sky as the blonde-haired penis tyrant raped Chris for all eternity.


"Were you using-Ohh, you little EURROOOOH YOU FUCKING TUCKER BITCH CUNT MOTHERFUCKER! Blind Eye-Assassin Akimbo FMG9's! Robert Bowling you fucking speech-impediment-having bald cunt bucket!"

Before more curse words could be said a hole was smashed through the wall and some kind of projectile lanced through a computer, causing the speaker to curse more.

"I JUST BOUGHT THAT FUCKING COMPUTER!" the man screamed. "Whatever, my last computer regenerated after it got smashed by Sweetie Belle's pod, so this one will do the same."

It didn't.

"FUCKING WHORES!" the man shouted.

Scootaloo slowly got to her hooves and looked up at another one of the aliens as he sat in a massive leather chair, holding some kind of black device in his hands and wearing a black shirt that had the word 'Brony' written on it and Rainbow Dash flying underneath.

"Oh my gosh, you know Rainbow Dash?!" Scootaloo exclaimed, zipping right up to the chair and looking up at the human with wide eyes and a big creepy smile.

"Scootaloo? Ah, shit, I just sent Sweetie Belle home twenty minutes ago and now you're here? Fuck me" the human declared.

"Who are you? How do you know Sweetie Belle?" Scoots demanded, wary of this human.

"I'm Cole, uber-leet MLG boss who's a fucking beast at Call of Duty using shitty weapons like the M16 and fucking awesome Brony author that deserves more people reading his stories because he actually puts real fucking effort into them unlike 3/4 of the fucking stories that get featured on but they get featured anyway because they're either comedy stories or shipping stories or, if you're really an unlucky son of bitch, fucking shit crossovers or normal stories that involve some kind of invincible superhero in some contrived and cliche war where ABSOLUTELY NONE of the fucking good guys die and the fucking hero falls in love with Rainbow Dash and they both live happily-ever-after in a shitty namby-pamby sunshine-and-rainbows ride-off-into-the-sunset ending. But, apparently people like reading those kind of stories instead of reading a story that has a relatively realistic portrayal of war and goes into detail about the psychological suffering that occurs during it and has many of the good guys die because I ACTUALLY PUT REAL FUCKING EFFORT INTO MY STORIES UNLIKE ASSHOLES WHO JUST THROW IN A FUCKING SUPERHERO WHO BLOWS UP TEN MILLION BAD GUYS AND THEN BONES RAINBOW DASH FOR NINE MOTHERFUCKING HOURS!" the human ranted.

(Yes, that actually is how I feel. I'm sick of seeing comedy/shipping stories that fucking SUCK so much goddamn ASS get featured on this fucking site. The stories may not actually suck in and of themselves but ONLY those fucking genres get featured! And when it's not them it's a fucking horrible crossover where the hero falls in love with Rainbow Dash and wins a war single-handedly and none of the fucking ponies die AND WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE LIKE THOSE COMPLETELY SHIT STORIES INSTEAD OF ONES THAT HAVE REAL EFFORT PUT INTO THEM LIKE MINE?! LIKE, HOLY SHIT, ARE PEOPLE REALLY THAT FUCKING STUPID?)

(Whatever, I'm fucking done, let's just get on with this story. Also if this story gets featured just because it's funny I'm seriously going to fucking gut somebody.)

"Well, that all sounds very...interesting" Scootaloo stated, confused.

"I know, right? So anyway, what are you doing here? Do you need help getting home like Sweetie Belle did?" the human, Cole, inquired.

"Maybe, but I want to stick around for a little bit. So how do you know Sweetie Belle?" Scootaloo asked.

"It's a long goddamn story, but I'm sure you want to know how Sweetie Belle got home?" Cole guessed, picking up his favorite little man-toy(not that kind of man-toy you fucks) and fawning over it.

"Me and Applebloom saw some kind of grassy courtyard through a weird portal" Scootaloo said.

"Well, it goes a little something like this..." Cole trailed off, preparing to recount the tale to the little Pegasus filly.


"I love you, Cole, you're a great friend" Sweetie Belle said, her voice breaking as the tears welled out of her eyes.

"I love you too, Sweetie Belle" Cole replied, cocking his arm back and throwing Sweetie Belle into the air and through the portal which closed just as the MW2 tactical nuke landed and obliterated everybody's shit, including Captain Price whose quickscoping skills just couldn't save him from the tac-nuke.

After the nuke had landed Captain Price got vaporized and Cole had somehow miraculously survived and was thrown into a void where Mitchell, who was mentioned in the first story handed him what would become Cole's favorite man-toy(again, not that kind of man-toy, though it is the same one mentioned a few paragraphs ago.)

After that Cole was sent on a similar journey to Sweetie Belle's except through TV shows like Big Bang Theory and Jersey Shore, the latter making him want to kill himself after five minutes of being in it. Though he had enjoyed being sent into the Supernatural universe and hanging out with Sam and Dean Winchester...and Cass, too.

But overall he didn't like the journey he went through.

After that the CoD beast had been sent home where he then smoked a bowl and wrecked a bunch of dudes in MW3 with an M16A4, including XXXL33t420quickscopezzzXXX.

And that's how he saved Christmas from Robo-Santa and his illegal immigrant elves.


"That story made no sense" Scootaloo declared accusingly.

"NOTHING MAKES SENSE!" Cole exclaimed, smoking another bowl and messing with his man-toy.

"So what is that thing you keep messing with anyway?" Scoots inquired, staring at the thing.

"It's the man-toy; Colt M1911A1 with nickel finish, black grips, and full-length recoil rod under the barrel. It only works in other universes though, apparently, because I stole it while in the Supernatural universe and it worked in every universe I went to after that except this one. Kinda like how my M16 only works when I'm in the CoD universe" Cole explained.

"Sweetie Belle mentioned an 'M16' when she got back; what is it?" Scoots said.

"It's a fucking shit gun in MW3, a beast gun in MW2, and a relatively good gun in Black Ops, otherwise known as Black Cocks" the human answered.

"Cocks? Like chickens?"

"No...not like chickens, Scootaloo."

...

"HADOUKEN!" Cole screamed, throwing in a scene transition that brought them to the next universe.


"So where the heck are we now?" Scoots inquired, looking around the white expanse they currently resided in.

"This is the Hub, a multi-universe portal which I totally didn't rip off of my beta-reader, Michael Blackburn; this will allow us to visit any universe we desire. Though someone, in all their fucking wisdom, decided not to label the doors so we won't know what universe we'll be travelling to until we actually get there. So hopefully we won't accidentally pick a fucking stupid one like Sonic the Hedgehog or Captain Planet" Cole explained(GOD DAMN that fucking show sucked!)

"So where should we go?" Scoots said, looking up at the human.

"That decision is reserved for you, Reclai-er, Scootaloo" the uber-leet MLG boss answered.

The Pegasus filly picked a random door and they jumped in.

"Goddamnit, Scootaloo! I told you not to pick Sonic the Hedgehog!" Cole yelled, seeing that they had landed right in the middle of Soleanna City.

"I'm sorry! How was I supposed to know?" Scoots protested, unsure as to why the human was so mad.

"And we're in Soleanna, that means the game we got transported to was Sonic the Hedgehog 06, which is the WORST FUCKING GAME ever!" Cole exclaimed, looking around the area to make sure Princess Elise wasn't going to pop out of nowhere and do stupid shit like get captured by Eggman 9000 times and fall in love with Sonic because Sega ripped the storyline for this game off of some shithead's bad fan-fiction.

"Ughh, let's just get this over with" Cole declared, making sure his cross-universe M1911A1 was secured properly in his drop-leg holster as he and Scootaloo toured the area.

Just as Cole began to think they wouldn't have to deal with any stupid shit Sonic the Hedgehog himself came dashing up and immediately starting bragging and boasting while playing techno music and breakdancing on a large sheet of cardboard.

"You fucking scumbag" Cole commented, resisting the urge to shoot him.

"So who is this? She's kinda cute" Sonic said, looking at Scootaloo after he had stopped breakdancing and set the cardboard on fire by running in place on it.

The Pegasus filly blushed and sheepishly replied "I'm Scootaloo."

"Scootaloo, huh? That's cool. Hey, what's say you and me get into a bunch of dangerous situations where you could possibly die or get captured by giant robots and made into a sex slave for a 500 pound evil genius?" Sonic stated, jogging in place as he struggled to vent his hyperactivity.

"Sure!" Scoots responded with vigor.

"Hey, what the hell? Wait a minute, she's not going anywhere without me. It's bad enough she's in this hellhole anyway" the ub3r-l33t boss Cole told them.

Before more could be said the rest of Sonic's gang showed up, with Tails yelling about how he wanted Sonic to fuck him in the butt and chatting on about his dependency on the blue Hedgehog while Knuckles stood around looking all moody and Shadow blabbered on about his angst and how he was the ultimate lifeform.

Great, now all we need is for fucking Amy Rose to show up and we'll have a Goddamned party the only human in the group thought.

"HIIIIIIII SONIC!" a shrill voice pierced the air, nearly shattering Cole's eardrums from the sheer intensity of it.

It's like a fucking a dog-whistle for humans the human lamented mentally as a familiar pink Hedgehog fucking popped up out of nowhere.

Sonic sighed and rubbed his temples as Amy hugged him and ranted on about wanting to blow him and have his babies and how he's so cute and shit.

"Wow, she's like Pinkie Pie" Scootaloo stated, earning the attention of Amy.

"OH MY GOSH, SHE'S SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!1!#!" Amy screamed right up in Scootaloo's face, blowing her hair back where it stayed slicked back cartoonishly.

"OK, that's it. We're out of here, Scootaloo. This place is fucking annoying all ready" Cole exclaimed, snatching her up and transitioning to the next chapter.