So then Aslan explained about the hoochie Ice Queen who’d been steppin’ like a ho and owed him money. And Fluttershy was all, But Aslan I don’t know anything about pimping, and Aslan said, Shit nigga, you ain’t gotta slap her, just distract her or summin so I can gets my tree-fiddy, and Fluttershy was all unsure because she’s a pony who eats rainbows and poops butterflies.
Celestia’s pounding continued, the Princess riding her subject like a lumberjack riding a bear down an erupting volcano. Her mouth was locked in an ‘O’ of infinite rage, a low moan - like that of an angry whale - accompanying her every violent entry. Each thunderous roger was accompanied by Celestia’s voluptuous crotchboobs slapping into Rarity’s prime rump like wet meat on a metal counter, like a fat man doing a belly-flop.
She wouldn’t exactly say it was better than Twilight’s vagina, but it wasn’t worse, either; it was like how a slice of pizza and a scoop of ice cream were both wonderful in completely different ways, vastly different from each other but neither one better than the other.
YOou cum deep inside Scootaloo, hands down your favorite pony ,the one yoyu’d never dewfile. You eplode again and again insdei her in youor druknen stupod. You don’t care that the typos are abundant/ You don’t care that your reputatuion is destorey.ed Iaall you want is tio punp dozens of loads of permsn into her cervix.