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- >Day poetic gimmick in Equestria.
- >Wake up to the sun of Celestia.
- >Do your morning routine.
- >Get all nice and clean.
- >Prepare for Flutters to test-a ya.
- >Head downstairs to the kitchen for repast.
- >Wonder aloud [spoiler] [/spoiler] “When was the time I had meat last?”
- >And now for a shocker.
- >Your door meets your knocker.
- >A meeting with ‘Shy you had forecast.
- >Groan and huff and head to the door.
- “What fetish attempt will she have in store?”
- >Open the door with a [spoiler] [/spoiler] “What?!”
- “What do you want you horrible slut?!”
- >The guest at your door’s jaw hits the floor.
- >Turns out that you yelled at the wrong p0ny.
- >This one’s less yellow, more stripey, more bony.
- >”Stop rhyming, you prick!”
- >”You’re stealing my shtick!”
- >Is Zecora trying to call you a phoney?
- “Now look here now, Zecora, hunnie.”
- “These rhyming accusations aren’t even funny.”
- >Hang your arm ‘round her neck.
- “You need to get your anger in check.”
- “It’s a beautiful day, nice and sunny.”
- >She pulls away from your friendly embrace.
- >Then she scowls and gets up in your face.
- >”Now listen here, you big ape!”
- >”From my ranting you’ll have no escape.”
- “Hey, calm down. Why don’t I take you out someplace?”
- >Your response seems to knock her off track.
- >Maybe now she’ll give you some slack.
- >”You’ll take me out?”
- >”You aren’t pulling my snout?”
- >Well that wasn’t exactly a comeback...
- >She smiles. “Well then, where is it you’d like to go?”
- >”P0nyville’s not a town I very much know.”
- >You ponder and think.
- ”This place kinda stinks...”
- ”Oh! How about a Vinyl Scratch show?”
- >So you walk with Zecora down the road.
- >After some interest in you, she had showed.
- >You take her out on the town.
- >Turned her frown upside-down.
- >All during a day you would’ve normally soloed.
- >Turns out you two had a really good time.
- >You have more in common than needing to rhyme.
- >You both like trance hardcore.
- >And walking the seashore.
- >And drink your mare-tinis with lime.
- >Somehow the two of you end up back at your home.
- >It was a good day, but time to ‘Shalom.’
- >Of Zecora’s body you are remiss.
- >She rears up and gives you a kiss.
- >You’re no horsefucker, but hell... ‘When in Rome.'
- >In the blink of an eye, you’ve crossed a line.
- >But with this mare, you think that it’s fine.
- >Kisses turn to burning passion.
- >The kind not suited to the public fashion.
- >You pull away from her. [spoiler] [/spoiler] “Your place or mine?”
- >The two of you clumsily crash through your door.
- >Unaware of the horrors in store.
- >Your place is a mess.
- >It elicits duress.
- >Porn and filly mags litter your floor.
- >You catch a glimpse of yellow wings outside.
- >She must have come to hurt your pride.
- “It’s Fluttershy who’s setup this shock.”
- “She’s after my ‘hot monkey dock.’”
- >However, it’s obvious that you’ve been denied.
- >”Anon! I didn’t know you were that type of guy!”
- >”The kind that like to make young fillies cry?”
- >None of your excuses does she believe.
- >She turns around and starts to leave.
- “It’s all the fault of that
- Fucking Fluttershy!”
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