He tried to think unsexy thoughts, but all that came to mind was... Ms. Harshwhinny's professional pony pussy grinding the length of his member in the back room of the Canterlot Equestrian Games Exploratory Committee office. She seemed disappointed in his performance. No! He banished the thought from his mind, resolving to talk to his therapist about his wandering imagination. But he could not resist the tactile tugging upon his cock, and he felt his body tense. "Ugh, games inspector!" he moaned, straining against the ropes, helplessly thrusting his hips into the air as the devious device drove his body into orgasm. Hot, sticky blue semen flooded the suction chamber, only to be quickly whisked away to parts unknown.
Fancy Pants turned his head to the right. There, he saw... what was that pony's name... Tremblefoot? That one travelogue pony. He was lost in his own erotic fantasy. "Mmm, yes, Applejack! Ride me! Ride me harder! Oh, yes, these ropes are so tight, and I'm so helpless against your nubile earthpony strength."
"Ugh, what the fuck dude, that's my sister's friend," F
Some months later, as summer simmered into fall, Starbucks cautiously launched a follow up drink, the rainbow-hued "Pegasus Flappuccino". More that a few chuckles were had at the resemblance the drink had to a certain prismatic pony, especially given the renewed calls for horse semen, now of the flying variety. But things were a bit different this time. After human tabloids had broken the news on the origin of the Unicorn Frap's sour taste, the scandal of unicorn sexual slavery and the subsequent UN Equine Rights investigation ensured that semen donations were strictly voluntary.
The normally sedentary Zephyr Breeze was the first to sign up, enthusiastic to donate to a good cause. When asked why the sudden energy, his answer was simple: "I'd like to cum inside Rainbow Dash, but this is close enough."
Some months later, as summer simmered into fall, Starbucks cautiously launched a follow up drink, the rainbow-hued "Pegasus Flappuccino". More that a few chuckles were had at the resemblance the drink had to a certain prismatic pony, especially given the renewed calls for horse semen, now of the flying variety. But things were a bit different this time. After human tabloids had broken the news on the origin of the Unicorn Frap's sour taste, the scandal of unicorn sexual slavery and the subsequent UN Equine Rights investigation ensured that semen donations were strictly voluntary.
The normally sedentary Zephyr Breeze was the first to sign up, enthusiastic to donate to a good cause. When asked why the sudden energy, his answer was simple: "I'd like to cum inside Rainbow Dash, but this is close enough."
