The Fantastical Adventures of Spike's Penis

The gestalt warrior and the slimy pony princess stood in utter, rigid silence when both began to burp. Their gastrointestinal releases were shaking the house to bits, the windows cracking, the glasses shattering, the testicles wobbling. Those very testicles began to hum their quantum dirge, summoning all of time to coalesce into Spike's tinkle slot. But within Spike’s piss gulch, the Lord of Time lived, and he wouldn't put up with all this nonsensical quantum testicle humming. In an act of utter butthurt, the Lord of Time starting shitting until yesterday. And from yesterday until the day after yesterday (kids call it "today") the Time Lord would release his vile, septic, noxious, toxic ass blasted shit missiles out of Spikes penis. Thus did the legend of the Ford Model-A begin, with a fecal firing ferrous phallus, because just at that moment, Henry Ford seeped out of Spike’s cock like semen from a homeless guy’s asshole.
"Greetings, pastel ponies! I have come from the Great Orifice to bring to you the assembly line and the six-inch sub!" Celestia and Voltron-pony stopped releasing their burps and stared at Mr.Ford. Having failed in her goal to stop the combination of Voltron-pony, Celestia twisted her crotch nipples and lactated her way back to Hoboken. Voltron-Pony clenched its fist in victory, watching Celestia run like the bitch she is before turning to Mr.Ford. However, Voltron-Pony was far too eighties to communicate with Ford, and promptly turned into a glue factory. Celestia reached Hoboken, stopping to say hi to Ryu and Ken, who were practicing Hadouken and Shoryuken. Then, having spent more than a minute and a half in New Jersey, they died from smog inhalation.

The End

Er,
The End?
Nope, because we haven’t gotten to the part where Corpsegrinder demolishes the glue factory in the name of liberty.
Oh.
Why don't you implement the beginning of that part?
You’re such a fucktart, Lucas.

Voltron-Pony's remains had plagued Ponyvile preposterously preceding prior post-penile permeation prompting more alliteration, and then Cannibal Corpse just was there and shit. Corpsegrinder decided to see how much of Voltron-Pony’s glue he could eat in a single sitting, so he raided the factory using a spork as a weapon. It was so metal, that I brought Slaanesh back into the story and Corpsegrinder had to fuck the factory. After eating multiple pounds of glue, Corpsegrinder’s jaw was glued shut, causing his rage to overflow and summon Slaanesh to the factory. He/she/it/whatever made everything a sexy party with balloons and paper hats. Corpsegrinder strapped on his paper hat but was still quite angry so he used glue as a lubricant to fuck the glue factory as a whole. Yes, he fucked the entire factory.
By the way, my girlfriend just sent me this: http://i.imgur.com/h7yKWW0.jpg
Lol’d
The factory bucked its processing plant against Corpsegrinder's wookie cock, and its smokestacks radiated polluting ecstacy. But Corpsegrinder was too hardcore for the feeble glue factory as his willingly wiggly wanking wanker began to ooze out slick slimy salivating semen. Having transcended the need for commas, all of the baby cream erupted and solidified, leaving a copper statue where the glue factory once stood. Corpsegrinder was also solidified in the mass of copper; he had given his life to save Equestria from the evil glue factory.

AND THEN KE$HA

TO BE CUNTINUED