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>be you, Anon McAnonson
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>you were accidentally teleported across time and space and ended up in Equestria
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>you've been here for a few months now and made some good friends
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>chief among them is Princess Celestia herself, who loved your casual behavior and took to having you around just to piss off the nobility
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>one day, "Celly" calls you into her chambers
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>she tells you about the birds and the bees
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>you tell her you know this shit already. You dumb?
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>she laughs at her flippant attitude and skips to the point
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>her estrus is coming up and she wants to fuck
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>however, she makes a point of informing you that in the heat of... heat... she loses all self-control
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>while she promises you the best fuck of your life, she can't guarantee your safety
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>after all, The Royal Plot has broken the pelvises of lesser stallions
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>it's even killed a few
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>she considers this a point of pride, but wanted you to have all the facts
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>what do you do?
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>do you accept the risks, or do you turn dat ass down?
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> Think to self in contemplation
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> "Anon it's fine if you do-"
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> Push finger tip to Sun gods mouth, "shushshshshshshsh".
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> Place hand on other side of face
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> "No time for words my sweet"
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> Double back flip away and sprint down hallway
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> Running faster then rarity from cheto incrusted filly fiddlers fingers
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> Find royal smith
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> "Oh hey there anonh what can I d-UghF!"
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> Knocked out smith with fist
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> Begin construction
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> Spend hours hammering away at steel and bronze metals
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> The smith wakes up several times
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> Ask him a question regarding metal works
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> Knock him out with hammer again and continue hammering.
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> Power of Thor flowing through your vaines as the shape of your tool begins to take shape.
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> Finally spend the next hour fitting it and polishing the golden imbued codpiece of fantastic designee.
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> Holding it aloft, you inspect it, Finding it worthy of a single word of praise
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> "Grovy".
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> Spring back to celestial in the middle of meeting with foreign leaders.
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> Take off cloths mid stride into the royal meeting room
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> Slide onto the table and use royal spaghetti to grease self into the cod piece. Standing in front of celsita as a single beam of light hits your jowl incrusted junk protector anti bashing ball protector.
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> Shock and all as all around look at the strange harry naked thing with a huge metal cock shining in the light
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> "Hail to the king baby."
by PussyHitler
by PussyHitler
by PussyHitler