Image: https://nhnb.org/.media/t_71dc0f9a6f86de5bdaa7142fbbd82fee1d2b40962906e11535210760dea4c2a6 >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