Make Me - One Shot


                                            1.
                                            
                                                Make me.

                                            2.
                                            
                                                >Be Anon

                                            3.
                                            
                                                >You’ve been trapped in this hell dimension of cotton-candy ponies for the better part of a decade now

                                            4.
                                            
                                                >And one of them, the purple one, is standing on your porch

                                            5.
                                            
                                                >”Oh, come on Anon, I asked this time! The least you could do is give me just a whiff of your sensuous summer sausage...”

                                            6.
                                            
                                                >Twilight cranes her neck towards your crotch like it’s a pie cooling on a windowsill

                                            7.
                                            
                                                You *have* to ask, because the courts ruled you can’t use the royal mandate to get laid, purps.

                                            8.
                                            
                                                >You bap her nose and she twitches.

                                            9.
                                            
                                                Now, like I was saying, if you want me to, then you’ll have to make me. And you can’t make me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of pinching a loaf. Good day, Your Majesty.

                                            10.
                                            
                                                >You close the door on her and head back to the bathroom, where your lightly-pinched rye bread rests waiting for you on your sink.

                                            11.
                                            
                                                >If only these ponies could understand your important human business.

                                            12.

                                            13.
                                            
                                                >Be the next day

                                            14.
                                            
                                                >knock knock.mp5

                                            15.
                                            
                                                >You sigh and set down your bruised loaf of rye

                                            16.
                                            
                                                >You know what it is. You know what every morning is

                                            17.
                                            
                                                >You head downstairs and open the front door

                                            18.
                                            
                                                G-

                                            19.
                                            
                                                >A crude reflection of you stands next to the princess

                                            20.
                                            
                                                Twilight Sparkle what the fuck is that

                                            21.
                                            
                                                >”It’s you!”

                                            22.
                                            
                                                Yeah no what the FUCK is THAT.

                                            23.
                                            
                                                >”Well, you said I couldn’t make you, so I decided to prove you wrong, mister!”

                                            24.
                                            
                                                >She prods your chest with a hoof

                                            25.
                                            
                                                By making a clone of me? How did you even manage th-ewww!

                                            26.
                                            
                                                >The Fake Anon instinctually grabs and begins kissing up the length of her foreleg

                                            27.
                                            
                                                >”Not now sweetie we’re talking”, she shakes her hoof.

                                            28.
                                            
                                                >The homunculus gives her what you think is a seductive growl

                                            29.
                                            
                                                >Twilight responds with a growl of her own

                                            30.
                                            
                                                >You can feel this conversation is over, so you quietly back up and lock the door

                                            31.
                                            
                                                >Just in time to avoid what is, you assume based on the sounds, royal pussy being reamed out on your front porch

                                            32.
                                            
                                                >Such is life in Equestria