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>Your package just arrived
>You ordered her from vsemayki.ru
>She is perfect
>Her mane, tail, eyes, and hooves are the brilliant orange of her passionate love
>Her coat is of soft color, with a light stripe on her face and belly
>Her beauty, a balance of tenderness and intensity, is felt in her gaze as she spreads her wonderous blue wings with their orange flare
>Her ears are long and elegant
>Her mane is adorned with mystical ivy
>You can barely contain your excitement as you open the box
>OHCELESTIA
>She does not disappoint
>You just stand there in awe
>The mare of your dreams...
>remember that she is just a T-shirt
>Contemplate if it's worth living in a world with no mare
>Finish morning routine
>Time to go to work
>Put on the T-shirt you ordered
>Walking to work
>Muscular negro is staring at you and motioning for you to come over
>Do your best to ignore him
>"HEY YOU!"
>Oh please no
>keep ignoring him
>"HEY WHITE BOY!"
>You want to keep moving, but you just freeze in place
>Shit
"Uhhh... me?"
>"Yeah, you, ma little faggot. You will neva get tha bitches like me"
>Notice two gauche woman next to him snuggling up on his shoulders and looking at you funny as if to emphasize his point
"What do you want from me?"
>"What do you want from me?" he repeats in a mocking tone
>You have no response
>"You iz a pastey ass cracka going around in ma hood with dat faggot ass T-shirt"
"SHE IS MY MARE! AND I LOVE HER!"
>Probably a mistake to say that, but you couldn't hold back
>An insult to you is OK, but nopony messes with the best mare
>"Damn nigga, iz you stupid or iz you dum?"
>"You call dat a T-shirt? I calls it a T-SHIT!"
>His bitches laugh
>That's it, no holding back now
>Remember that negros are hypersensitive about their mothers
"Well you can talk shit all you like, but at the end of the day I'll be wearing this when I fuck your mom"
>The negro looks stunned
>His mouth agape
>Completely frozen in place by your weak insult
>After the longest 20 seconds of your life, he moves
>His face contorts to one of pure rage
>He starts making incoherent monkey noises
>"AAAAAAAA!!!! FUCK YO CRACKA ASS!!!!"
>He lunges at you, tackling you to the ground
>He removes your T-Shirt and manages to regain some composure
>"Ma little faggot haz seen his precious mare fo tha last time"
>He tears your shirt in half
>Time freezes
>Your heart stops
>You can't hear people speaking any more, even though their lips move
>You just wail endlessly as tears flow
>A bright light is glowing brighter and brighter behind the negro on top of you
>The negro goes flying over you and your mare appears before you
>Sweet Celestia
>Your tears stop immediately
>She is even more beautiful in person that you could have ever imagined
>Her voluptuous beauty has you frozen in place
>She breaks the silence
>"Hi anon, you poor poor thing, let me help you out"
>She waves her mystical ivy over the negro's bitches and their eyes glow green
>You, your mare, and the bitches have a foursome right in front of the powerless negro as he cries
>He just keeps crying and calling you a racist
>Doesn't feel as good to take it as to receive it
>You just respond by calling him a bitch ass nigga