Anal Fairy *vhatug*

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vhatug wrote, but no bin post i can see.

and found it in his oneshot pastebin... fucking things are a bitch to navigate and pastebins search isn't really helpful in the least.

http://pastebin.com/82xqqDXx

specificly "The Spirit of Anal" at line 450
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>Day "Anal = LOVE" in Equestria.
>You are Anon, the Spirit of Anal.
>And tonight is that day of the year when you go around the world, delivering butt toys to all the good (and bad) girls.
>Be they mares, or cows, bitches, dragons, a proud griffon, or a cute little spider girls.
>Your first stop is the room of Princess Luna, for her moon is truly the greatest in all the land
>You find her sleeping in bed, shirking her duties.
>But you never shirk yours, you LOVE your job.
>Summoning a large plug, you dip it into your bottomless jar of lube and line it up.
>Aaaand....POP! In it goes.
>Luna wakes with both a scream of surprise and a throaty moan. She'll realize what happened in a few minutes, but you're already gone.
>Next are the elements, who are all in a single room, having a sleep over. Perhaps in anticipation of your arrival?
>You ready yourself. For Applejack a stallion dildo with a tapered base that makes it perfect for wearing, for Pinkie a dozen egg vibrators strapped to her legs, Rarity earned herself a large clear plug (how fancy), Fluttershy got medium ben-wa beads, and Dash large normal beads, the ever conventional Twilight got a normal large sized plug.
>Being gentle than your game with Luna, you simply teleport them into the lucky mares.
>And so it goes, in one night, you stuff the rears of every deserving lady in the world.
>Until you come to your final stop, Virgo.
>Weird girl, only girl to ever opt out. Never even tried.
>You'd thus made a tradition. Every year, you would fill her house to the brim with toys and laugh as she had to dig her way out.
>This year, you literally just packed her house to the brim.
>You snap your fingers, and just like that, you're home.
>You shed a tear as the most beloved day of the year ends, not until next shall you be able to repeat the ritual.

>Day getting with the times.
>In recent years, a truth has become increasingly evident.
>Gays are more open, and children are becoming more sexual.
>It's always a risk changing a tradition, but you're the living embodiment of said day, so you're pretty sure it'll be fine.
>So this year, you decided to lower your minimum age to 7, and decide to visit the males who wrote this year.
>Their behavior doesn't matter this year, just so they know it's a thing now.
>But next...well, children will probably get some lenience.
>The next morning, fillies and puppies and calfs and what have you are dancing and singing in the streets the world over.
>Yes, stallions and bulls and such too.
>Soarin and Iron Will, who had been writing you for years, were especially exhibitionist of the whole affair.
>And the changeling empire, well, there was even a report of one who did something unknown before this point.
>He'd died after he LOVEd himself so much that his stomach exploded.
>Reports say he had a huge, goofy grin plastered on his face, even in death.
>As you finish looking at the world at large, you turn your attention to one person in particular.
>A pony specifically. A blue unicorn mare who worked as a magician.
>You were so appalled at her behavior that you did some thing you hadn't done in a very long time.
>You punished her.
>Screams echoed through the land when she woke to find a dildo buried deeply in her vag.