Borderline with Gizzoogle

“Alright, what tha fuck we’ve got?” Buckshot announced ta all present as da perved-out muthafucka stepped tha fuck into tha five-o station. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “This mo' betta be good, I’m missin mah beauty chill,” he joked, earnin some chucklez from a gangbangin' few co-workers. Da commissioner merely frowned his wild lil' fuckin eyebrows n' approached tha stallion.

“This isn’t tha time fo' jokes, officer!” tha commissioner, a big-ass stallion wit a funky-ass brown moustache reprimanded his muthafuckin ass.

“Yo dawwwwg! Relax, Mully,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd shrugging, promptin ‘Mully’ ta groan up in response n' tilt his head, motionin fo' Buckshot ta follow his muthafuckin ass. ‘Mully’ stood beside a thugged-out door up in tha back of tha five-o station n' motioned fo' tha grey stallion ta enter tha dimly lit room. Da commissioner followed close afta tha jestin officer had crossed inside yo. Dude strutted towardz a cold-ass lil cardboard box on tha side of tha room n' rummaged all up in it as Buckshot sat onto a cold-ass lil chair, placin both his hind hairy-ass legs crossed over tha table.

“Sooo... what tha fuck is dis all about, again?” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, unhorny bout whatever ‘Mully’ had summoned his ass for.

“Just listen, you’ll understand...” tha commissioner holla'd afta he proceeded ta remove a cold-ass lil cassette tape from tha carboard box yo. Dude strutted towardz tha big-ass TV placed on tha corner of tha room n' sighed wearily before insertin tha cassette inside a quaint VCR device yo. Dude turned on tha wide apparatus n' took a seat on tha table, lookin all up in tha screen which flashed up in static. Buckshot noticed ‘Mully’s unusual behavior n' removed his hooves from tha tabletop, inchin his body forward n' restin his head on top of his hooves.

“Alright, ready?” a voice from behind tha camera axed, ta which, a cold-ass lil chocolate-brown mare up in a gangbangin' formal attire nodded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Okay, up in five... four... three...” Dude stopped countin n' tha mare adjusted her muthafuckin ass one final time fo' realz. As if on cue, da hoe fuckin started ta speak.

“We’re live, just near tha outskirtz of Canterlot fo' realz. As you can peep up in tha distance, tha pris- Cathode! Quit bobbin, you’re ruinin tha footage!”

“I can’t muthafuckin help it, it’s so cold up in dis biatch... why do our crazy asses have ta be so far away from Canterlot, again?”

“I’ve holla'd at you before biaaatch! This hill is tha only one dat grants our asses a cold-ass lil clear blasted of tha prison grounds!” tha mare holla'd, gesturin around her muthafuckin ass. Buckshot’s attention turned from tha phat lookin mare towardz what tha fuck tha footage had as a funky-ass background. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude saw tha prison groundz wit all its searchlights on, movin frantically ta n' fro all up in tha large forest dat partially surrounded dat shit.

“Besides,” tha mare on tha TV screen holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Da footage wouldn’t be tha same; there is too nuff curious ponies nearby tha prison.”

“But Ivy, we could rap battle em...”

Biatch frowned a funky-ass bit, promptin Cathode ta silence his dirty ass. “I don’t wanna invigorate civilians, we already gots tha details from tha Chief of Canterlot Securitizzle Patrol... dem civilians would only occupy tha camera’s space,” her big-ass booty holla'd, visibly annoyed all up in tha stallion.

Buckshot wondered why ‘Mully’ wanted his ass ta watch dis particular footage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sure, there was probably some sort of lowlife dat had managed ta escape tha prison yo, but couldn’t he just sheezy his ass tha five-o report n' stop wastin his valuable time, biatch? Dude done cooked up a menstrual bet dat da thug would probably be turnin tha criminal up in by now if tha commissioner hadn’t been slowin his ass down.

“Sorry, Ivy.. fo' realz. Alright, let me just put tha camera on tha tripod,” Cathode holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Soon after, tha image on tha screen fuckin started ta shift n' a gangbangin' few metallic noises was heard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Soon enough, tha image stood perfectly still, focusin perfectly on Ivy. “There we go... one mo' time, Ivy.”

Biatch smiled at him, eager ta git tha thang done. “Ready whenever yo ass is.”

“Ok, five... four... three...”

“... We’re live, just near the-”

“Ugh, Ivy... we aren’t exactly live, you know, nahmeean?..”

Biatch smacked her forehoof on her grill n' grunted up loud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Cathode, please... let me do tha rappin'. Please?”

Buckshot couldn’t muthafuckin help but laugh all up in tha camerapony. Da commissioner turned around ta grill his ass wit a stern look, promptin tha stallion ta shut tha fuck up.

“Sorry, sorry... five... four... three...”

"... We're live, just near tha outskirtz of Canterlot fo' realz. As you can peep up in tha distance, tha prison groundz is on full alert as a gangbangin' fucked up criminal named Pinkamena Diane Pie, known also as tha Baker Pony of Mane Street, escaped earlier todizzle."

When dat schmoooove muthafucka heard dem lines, Buckshot felt that instinctual clench down there yo. His eyes furrowed up in anger a cold-ass lil chill ran up his spine as he found his dirty ass pressin on tha tabletop wit his wild lil' forehooves harder n' harder. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

‘No...’

"... but no further details is known. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da chizzle of Canterlot Securitizzle Patrol only stated dat there is ghon be a press conference tomorrow, before tha pimpin' muthafucka took off ta join tha others guards." Da camera shifted a lil bit, zoomin up in tha prison facilitizzle behind Ivy. "Yo ass can now peep some pegasi guardz flyin up in n' outta tha prison groundz up in they frantic attempt ta find n' arrest, once again, dis vicious- hey dawwwwg! Yo you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? We're filmin here!"

Buckshot grinded his cold-ass teeth, expectin what tha fuck would happen next. Nevertheless, he found his dirty ass bobbin like a cold-ass lil child; primal fear takin over his bangin rage yo. His jestin n' impenetrable mask, somethang which da thug wore every last muthafuckin dizzle on work, was now straight-up shattered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude felt nude. "Yo ass is interrupting- Oh Celestia... Oh Celestia. Caths, run! It's her! RUN!"

Da camera dat was feedin tha TV wit images shifted momentarily before fallin ta tha ground, tha only thang appearin on screen was Ivy hustlin away from tha joint n' tha prison groundz on full alert on tha background. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Cathode... NO! What do you want from me!, biatch? LEAVE ME ALONE!! SOMEPONY, HELP M-"

As quick as tha screams fuckin started, they stopped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Buckshot’s ears perked up all up in tha unusual silence, only ta have it shattered by gurglin sounds, as if one was desperate ta breathe yo. Dude heard tha sound of two stones bein banged against each other three times, each time wit a stronger force, promptin tha gurglin soundz ta cease before its final strike. No matter how tha fuck much wishful thankin tha stallion could manage, he knew it was no rock.

Da camera lay on tha ground, showin tha prison on tha distizzle wit its glowin lights n' tha bangin alarms dat echoed from it yo. His ears perked up once mo' when dat schmoooove muthafucka heard hoofsteps approachin tha fallen camera. Buckshot froze on his chair when da perved-out muthafucka saw tha camera bein brought upwardz n' her face takin almost tha entire screen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Pinkamena was smilin dat awful, strange grin dat dat biiiiatch was known fo' yo. Her mane was straight-up straight, tinted wit crimson droplets. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch passed a hoof over her blood-sprinkled grill as ta clean it up yo, but it only succeeded up in stainin her entire facial coat up in red. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Buckshot knew dat biiiiatch was rappin' ta a cold-ass lil camera yo, but his schmoooove ass couldn't muthafuckin help but be thinkin dat tha mare seemed ta look deep tha fuck into his wild lil' fuckin eyes as her big-ass booty spoke.

"Dearest Ponivillians, open yo' hearts. I'm comin home."