Lulzies is bored

>Day anti-bronyism on Earth
>You are Anon, an alias you have grown used to.
>You don’t need friends when you have #SWAG.
>Besides, they would never respect your well-toned, god-like body shape.
>And they are all jealous you have a tulpa friend.
“Oh my god, stop writing me like that! God, my jimmies are in a maximum over-rustle.” You speak to the tiny camera on your monitor.
>Some random heads nod with you, while the chat box explodes with insults.
>But you just ignore them.
>Because if you don’t see it, it’s not happening.
>And mommy always said if someone mocks you, it’s because they are jealous.
>You feel someone touch your lap.
>Then it slowly goes up, and you feel something wrap around your fifth chin.
>You turn over and see her sea green eyes on you.
>A smile slowly crawls up your face.
>’Why is he smiling like that?’ A Guest asks.
>’Tulpa.’ The rest of the chat responds.
>You suddenly become aware of yourself, and you take a folded piece of paper over your webcam.
“Be right back guys, I need to use the bathroom.” You say, as you go to the sofa behind you.
>You can hear some cries of unknown motivation on your headphones.
>It must be your chat, missing you so much.
“A-are you sure, Luna?” You ask.
>She nods once.
>You hurriedly reach for the end of your shirt’s edges, and begin to tear at it.
>Some sticky substance holds your shirt to your body.
>Dang, should’ve cleaned up after last time.
>Luna seems restless; she bites at your shirt and tries to help you.
>You finally take of your shirt, showing your glorious, fat filled layers.
>And it only took you fifteen minutes!
>Your tulpa waits eagerly, watching you rub your hands through your chest bush.
>Trying to keep it excited, you pinch your nipples, and jiggle your stomach a bit.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” You smile.
>She’s practically drooling.
>You have to take off your glasses first; you don’t want to break your glasses.
>Once you are done giving her a show, you sit on your sofa.
“Get on, Luna.” You order.
>She silently jumps on you as you lay down.
>You struggle with your pants as well, but lucky you, it is not as sticky.
>Although something else gets in the way of your zippers.
>Dammit, you knew you should’ve shaved your privates!
>Oh well, too late to do anything now.
>Luna guides your hands to forcibly rip open the fly, and her excitement rips out a few clumps of hair.
>A tear rolls down your cheek.
>But love is suffering.
>Without a second thought, she dumps her head into your crotch.
>You jump, but you barely move.
>Perks of being large.
>Her head disappears for a second, before she comes back up.
>Lucky you (again), you had your tulpa humanized.
>Good thing you paid for all those DA-artists to give you the most realistic Luna picture.
>And you are no dirty horsefucker.
>You are a pony-FAG, not a brony.
>Bronies are fucking disgusting.
>Without further ado, you ram your tiny hummingbird into her tight kitty.
>As you might guess, there is a bit of a scuttle, but you finally manage to being thrusting.
>IT FEELS SO REAL.
>You cannot hold it much longer, but your grab your tip and try your best to resist.
>The sofa creaks under your weight and sexyness, but it shall hold.
>Speaking of holding, you have failed.
>You jizz all over your hand, and all over your humpy stomach.
>You begin to cry because you forgot the condom.
>Now Luna is going to pregnant.
>Oh god, you were not ready for this.
>You sibling bursts into the room, worried that something happened to you.
>The two of your scream loudly, with you yelling at your sibling for interrupting your session.
>Back to the subject, you suppose you could be a good father.
>But right now, you have to enjoy the moment.
“OH Luna, you came all over me…” You whisper, rubbing your warm semen all over your hairy body.
>Your fork begins to harden once more, and you start bobbing your hips again.
>Unknown to you, the excessive shaking has dropped the paper off the camera.
>Everyone records the video of you jacking off all over yourself.
>The video goes viral, even a gangnam style parody is made for it.
>MLP gets cancelled a day before release due to the media’s belief of MLP creating people like you.
>Bad end.

>God fuck, I hate gangnam style parodies.

LOVE mail from whoever it is;

[QUOTE MARK]
I want you to tell Lulzies he can shove it up his ass.
First of all, the concept of tulpasex still disturbs me. That's innacurate
second, I have yet to impose my tulpa upon my reality yet
Third, the reason I ignore people is because there's no point in wasting brainpower on idiots.
fourth, I never use my camera when in the tinychat
Not to mention I don't complain enough
The story should have been at least 70 percent complaints
and the other 30 percent should have been douchebaggery
Not only that, but he implies I have self esteem
if you're going to make fun of somone, at least make sure you do it right
and don't fuck it up with that person being out of character
bunch of fucking retards
the whole lot of you
[END QUOTE MARK]

I fucking love this guy.