Rage of the Cage

« But what’s my role in this? Why me?” Nicolas said. “Because you are the Chosen One” said Shimmer. “Just like the gods gave power to my vagina, it appears that they gave your dick a special talent, talent that we could use.” “I still don’t get it” declared Cage. “Follow me” said Whooves. “It’s time you get proper answers. By the way, I still don’t know your name.” “It’s Cage, Nicolas Cage.” “Very well Mr. Cage, or should I call you Nicolas?” “You can call me whatever you want” said Cage, winking at the Doctor. The two intensely stared at each other. The bond that united them could only have been produced by a hand in an anus. Sensing the sexual tension rising, Daring said “Pull up your pants and follow us.” Both the Doctor and Nicolas Cage snapped out from their horny states. Nic pulled up his pants and agreed to follow, even though he didn’t know anything about the group more than their names. When Whooves opened the TARDIS door, Nicolas was amazed. Not only were they not at the farm, but they also seemed to be on another planet. Ponies, ponies flying and walking everywhere. Talking ponies too. Some were blue, orange or even pink. He thought that the Doctor, Daring, Shimmer and Osama were only the result of his crystal meth overdose the day before, so he just played along. But now he saw that it was all real.