Horsecocks and Horsecocks

by DeluxeMagnum69

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance
Length: 1256

Pinkie Pie dresses up in her horsecock costume and jerks off horsecocks.

Pinkie Pie has a weird habit to dress up like a chicken and jerk off the town's horses.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-10 03:30:02 UTC

oh sweet juicy kawaii horsecock, what makest thou?

Horsecocks. Yes, horsecocks. That was the term, horsecock. One does not determine what exactly is a horsecock and isn’t. Only horsecocks can. The moment of spreading your anus in preparation for horsecock is in a heightened state of euphoria. Only horsecocks. Yes. Horsecocks.

What shall our story be? Did you guess horsecocks? Well, you guessed it wrong, my friend. It’s going to be about horsecocks on top of horsecocks. The horsecocks reign supreme, the juicy kawaii glory that drenches itself upon. May the horsecock be the one and only being of horsecockiness. You might be here because you only saw two “horsecocks” in the title.

But do not be alarmed. For there will always be more than two horsecocks. You get a horsecock, I get a horsecock, everybody gets a horsecock. Only horsecocks shall be inside. Deep horsecock, deep horsecock. Yes. Horsecocks everywhere. May it be upon the wall, up at the sky, and on your sweet curved forehead that seemed to look like deformed horsecock foreskin.

Praise the horsecock. As you praise, you must embrace the horsecock and the horsecock must embrace you. A story about horsecocks, perhaps? Yes, a story about horsecocks, may joy and love embrace your deep gaping butthole of the abyss.

Where should my story begin?

The deep and horsecock nights of Ponyville had Pinkie Pie, a baker who lived with her bosses and was a fucking lunatic. Horsecock as it made be, this human story is about a young woman and her very own horsecock. Well, a fuck ton of horsecocks. Let’s not sugar coat it in horsecocks now.

The land was called Equestria, where horsecocks live and grow. But Pinkie Pie was a special snowflake in this horsecock central.

Pinkie Pie loved to jerk off horsecocks in the middle of the night.

That was her calling and meaning in her horsecock life. The life of the horsecock of a bakery at Sugarcube Corner was just a fucking joke. Making everyone happy while she could have a legion of stallions happy with a small flick of her wrist on horsecocks?

For shame. Horsecocks.

She had her very own horsecock of a horsecock suit and wore her horsecock suit while horsecocking horsecocks very horsecockingly. Horsecocks.

I'll let you in on a horsecock secret. A secret of a horsecock of Celestia's massive futa horsecock. In these beautiful lands of Equestria, the sun shines and horsecocks are fucked. This is the horsecock capital, son. Pinkie Pie, bat shit crazy had a thing for horsecocks. Her friends, not so much with horsecocks.

They were fucking normies without horsecocks in their lives. They needed a horsecock in their life. Of course, Pinkie Pie did know the horsecock of a relationship between Twilight and her prized horse named Shining Armor. Boy, did Shining Armor have a big black horsecock. Spoilers, Twilight fucks Shining Armor's horsecock.

The land of Equestria was like a horsecock deep into a gallon of lube. It was the land of horses, where horsecocks are like grains of sand. Similar to the sand on the beach, horsecocks always finds a way up the butthole. Oh glorious it was to live in Ponyville, the new town of Equestria of Horsecocks.

Twilight always said to the gang that friendship was important, not horsecocks.

Fuck Twilight with horsecocks.

Pinkie Pie loves horsecocks.

Pinkie Pie and her friends would have one hell of a horsecock of an afternoon. Actually, earlier today, they had a lesson on friendship, even though they were in their fucking twenties, horsecocking damn it. It was as if they were in a show for little girls, except for more horsecocks. Horsecocks.

The day at the bakery ended horsecockishly, and now Pinkie Pie was about to jerk some horsecocks. It was darker than the biggest blackest horsecock. She ran to the stables in her horsecock suit. Her horsecock-loving fingers moved, her horsecock-loving eyes gleamed. Oh yes, horsecocks.

The shitty smell of a stable turned Pinkie Pie on, with the horsecock mood drifting in deeper up her vagina that yearned the scent of horsecocks. Pinkie Pie was now eye-to-eye with a horse, that had a horsecock. She winked and lowered herself down to his nice and juicy horsecock. And he was waiting for his horsecock to be stroked and jerked off like a habit of jerking off fucking horses.

The horse named Thunderlane had a very horsecock horsecock. Sadly, because his name was Thunderlane, his horsecock’s stamina was nothing. Pinkie Pie smiled, hearing Thunderlane’s snorts when his horsecock spurted out horsecock juices. Horsecock semen. Her hands covered in his horsecock sperm, Pinkie Pie smiled and went to the next horsecock. Caramel’s horsecock. Because you don’t want to know who Caramel is, his spotted and giant horsecock was a mighty and magnificant horsecock indeed.

Pinkie Pie gripped her small hand around Caramel’s pulsating horsecock. He was waiting and got horny when Thunderlane’s horsecock was being horsecocked by Pinkie Pie, the horsecocking horsecocker.

Her hands went up and down the huge and long horsecock, her knees were in the dirty hay and her horsecock suit was had grime with some horsecock semen. But she didn’t care, she cared only for the horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks. Horsecocks.

Horsecocks. Horsecocks.

Yes.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

Horsecocks.

In a few seconds, Caramel unbusted his horsecock load everywhere. Pinkie Pie shook the horsecock seed off her hands and moved to the next stable. The big and strong stallion’s name was Big Macintosh.

His beautiful, long, and thick horsecock was big as her arm, and probably a big horsecock. His horsecock could be probably be made out of pandas because of all the fucking horsecock dots. But fuck that.

She masturbated the horsecock good and then some. Big Mac’s semenial load of horsesperm from his horsecock showered her. This turned on Pinkie Pie very much with the horsecocks.

Now for the next horsecock, the prized racing horse, named Foolamancer. His name didn’t matter, as Pinkie Pie was about to get some horsecocking action. She jerked off his horsecock like there was no tomorrow. Foolamancer whinneyed, because his horsecock was being jerked off. He came from his horsecock instantly.

Next horsecock.

The horsecock’s name was Fiera, but the horse’s name was Pav.

But who gave a horsecock shit?

Pinkie Pie licked her lips and used both hands on Pav’s impressive horsecock named Fiera. Oh, it was a scrumptious horsecock indeed. She pumped up and down like a lean mean, horsecocking machine. Fiera snorted and Pav pulsated like a Hot Pocket in the microwave that was in there for too fucking long, but horsecocks. Was it really in there for more than two horsecock minutes? Jesus H. Fucking Horsecocks.

But Pinkie thought about horsecocks.

What if horsecocks were horsecocks?

She thought about it again, with horsecocks of course.

What if there was a story of horsecocks. Where sentences in horsecocks were in every sentence? Maybe horsecocks in sentences in every horsecock?

That would make Pinkie Pie happy, especially with horsecocks. Yes, with horsecocks. Oh fuck yes. Horsecock.

Horsecockerific.

That’s a word now, horsecock.

Foolamancer’s delicious juices said so, horsecock.

Anything can be a word, horsecock.

What a horsecock, horsecock.

Pinkie Pie finished jerking off all the horsecocks and left the horsecock of a barn. The smell of horsecock semen and erected horsecocks stunk in the air. All the mares were jealous, because Pinkie Pie got all the horsecocks.

Let’s call that horsecock-u-lious.

And so, horsecocks.

May the horsecock course through you.