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                      Tenacity Factor                      
                     -by Thrro Pones-                      
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                        Quick Start                        
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Quick Start
Tenacity Factor
Chapter 1/1337
“Quick Start”
“Fwhoa, dash! You sure can hump-a-lump fast!” said he, for as the angelic beauty known as 'Rainbow Dash' looked upon him and screamed with orgasmic bliss; he knew he had done something right.
“It's all about the speed! But only if the one you're racing can prove something of a challenge” She winked, implying that he had stamina she could cope with. Rainbow was, in fact, on top. Riding his doo-hinky like a cowgirl on ecstasy, she was moaning, screaming, urinating, foaming at the mouth, groaning tearing her eyelids off, and beating him with her feet simultaneously.
He enjoyed it.
“Well dashie, as long as the writer doesn't get a fractured concussion on his keyboard again; I should last a lot longer!” He chortled proudly. He was not afraid to point out his advantages...
“I am athletic womens guy,” he began “and this is my women...” he said as he grabbed dashie's thigh and rocked her a bit. Dash'sesesss vaginal cavity was now pumping at it's maximum rate of 10000 pumps per minute. If this was any other man, it would be costing him 400,000 dollars to have this kind of fun for twelve seconds. At this moment the door to the room swung open, revealing a very apathetic Twilight.
“Could you guys keep it down in here? And while your at it, tell the writer to stop making references to the same game over and over.”
“Wow twilight, can't handle the speed of his jokes, or something?” Rainbow teased unintelligently. Twilight sighed and slammed the door with her uniporn magic.
“Say, Tunka?” dash said, making small talk while her woman parts were being voraciously ravaged by the ravenous peeny of 'Tunka'.
“Was there a better way to bring your name up so late in the writing?”
Tunka responded with a no. And further inquired;
“He-hey, Dash! Wanna try to bangalang up the poobjkl sdkl;;'
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