Mist Skye, Teacher fo' a Dizzle
Mist Skye, Teacher fo' a Day
A re-tellin of real events by Lucefudu.
“Dogg dammit, you lazy playa! For how tha fuck long you’ve been procrastinatin?!” Lucefudu axed his wild lil' playa, Mist Skye as tha latter did his dopest ta ignore tha taunts dat had been goin on fo' tha past half hour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. “Do you have any fuckin idea how tha fuck long it has been since you last done cooked up a freshly smoked up subtitle?!” Mist opened his crazy-ass grill n' mimicked Lucefudu’s lyrics as da perved-out muthafucka was rappin them, “one fuckin month! THAT’S HOW LONG!” da perved-out muthafucka spat. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Saliva flew from his crazy-ass grill, landin on Mist’s meticulous work dat lay spread onto tha table before his muthafuckin ass.
Mist merely rolled his wild lil' fuckin eyes, tryin his dopest ta remain polite when confronted tha obnoxious teal unicorn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Oh, give me a funky-ass break!” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd as his yellow wings fluttered up in annoyance. “I holla'd I was busy!”
“Yeah, too busy ridin wit yo' brutha’s hoe, allright!” Lucefudu balked, smackin his hooves on top of tha table Mist’s newest project was currently on fo' emphasis.
“Look!” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, rubbin a weary forehoof against his fuckin lil' dark-brown mane, tryin ta keep tha incomin migraine at bay, “the longer you keep stallin me, tha longer it will take ta finish tha subtitles!” Mist’s silvery eyes was focused on tha unicorn’s purples, locked up in a thugged-out dirtnaply stare.
Lucefudu’s grill scrunched up in anger when dat schmoooove muthafucka heard tha lyrics muttered ta his muthafuckin ass yo. His eyebrows furred up in anger as he yelled at Mist’s face, “WHATEVER, CAPTAIN COCKFACE! JUST GET TO WORK ALREADY!”
“FUCK YOU, JUNGLE MONKEY!” Mist’s rebuttal was almost instinctizzle yo, but filled wit malice nonetheless. Lucefudu’s erection was far from what tha fuck Mist had expected it to; he locked eyes wit tha pegasus, lookin a mix between incredulous n' furious n' turned around, gruntin n' mumblin up in annoyizzle as he done cooked up a funky-ass beeline ta tha door.
“Can’t believe I wasted a strutt-on-cloudz spell fo' this,” Mist heard his ass mutter all up in clenched teeth. “I muthafuckin fuckin wasted a strutt-on-cloudz spell fo' this muthafucka! Un-fucking-believable!” Da unicorn stallion strutted up tha door of his wild lil' playa’s home n' slammed it shut wit his cold-ass telekinetic grasp, somethang dat would make tha door’s hinges crack was tha doggy den not made outta clouds.
Mist breathed a weary sigh n' slammed his head on tha desk before his ass up in frustration. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Just when da thug was done thankin dat that’s tha last da thug would hear from Lucefudu on one day, his fuckin lil' double-pierced ears perked up when dat schmoooove muthafucka heard a “AND FUCK YOU!” from his wild lil' playa comin from outside. Da thought dat Mist was finally ridin' solo up in his fuckin lil' doggy den brought a light smile upon his crazy-ass muzzle. Da smile, however, was short-lived, as dat schmoooove muthafucka heard a loud, imposin knock on his fuckin lil' door.
“Fffffuck... not again!” he grumbled under his breath, massagin his cold-ass temples. Da door suddenly burst open, producin a funky-ass bangin noise dat both startled n' irritated tha yellow pegasus. “Look, Luce, I holla'd I wa-”
Mist’s voice trailed off when his wild lil' freakadelic gaze fell upon tha form on his fuckin lil' doorstep. There, lookin triumphant n' all-mighty, stood a thugged-out dark-brown pegasus bustin a white jacket. Gin N Juice dripped from his cold-ass two-colored mane, poolin around Mist’s cloud floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da pegasus jerked his head ta peep Mist, whoz ass just looked quizzically all up in tha intruder yo. Dude opened his crazy-ass grill ta inquire as ta what tha fuck tha unknown pegasus was bustin up in his home when holla'd pegasus marched forward wit boastful steps, poppin his chest forward up in a mock-intimidation stance.
“I be Wolokai, Da Writer!” he announced, promptin Mist ta scrunch his crazy-ass muzzle incredulously. “I have come, ta enact mah vengeizzle upon you, nahmean biiiatch?” Da brown pegasus gave one step further, bustin a visible effort ta stomp it as hard as his schmoooove ass could on tha cloud floor.
“... what?” Mist axed, unable ta even begin comprehendin tha scene dat unfurled before his muthafuckin ass.
“Yo ass is tha one whoz ass tried ta destroy me biaaatch! And now it’s time fo' vengeance!”
“What?!”
Da brown pegasus’ emotions was too much fo' his ass ta handle yo. His tears gritted against each other as he looked at Mist wit a murderous intent yo. His bloodshot, red eyes fuckin started ta leak a gangbangin' few tears as his thugged-out supa pissed demeanor soon made way fo' a thugged-out disconsolate one. Da stallions hooves fuckin started ta shake as da thug was unable ta dominizzle his wild-hustlin emotions. “Y- you, nahmean biiiatch?” tha stallion fuckin started ta sob as his wild lil' fuckin eyes turned ta a shade of green. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Y-you d-d-didn’t have t-to do it!” His knees faltered n' soon, tha stallion fell ta tha ground, allowin tha forlorn emotions ta take command of both his body n' mind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Y-you t-tried ta r-ruin me biaaatch! I never d-did anythang ta you, nahmean biiiatch?”
Da brown stallion buried his wild lil' grill in-between his wild lil' forehooves as tearz of misery poured from his wild lil' fuckin eyes, streamin down his cheeks n' paintin his coat ta a thugged-out darker tone of itself. Mist, however, was still dumbstruck from tha whole ordeal n' could do naught but remain seated n' peep tha invadin pegasus skeptically.
“WHAT?!”
“DON’T DENY IT!” Wolokai screamed, pointin a hoof towardz tha yellow pegasus. “YOU ALWAYS ENVIED ME FOR MY TALENT! YOU HAD ALWAYS ENVIED ME FOR MY FANS AND FOR MY WORK!” His strength faltered n' he fell ta tha cloud floor, lookin pathetically at Mist. “Why?” His tone had shifted ta a lighter, pleadin one. “Why do you don't give a fuck bout me so much?!”
“I never holla'd dat I hated you, nahmean biiiatch?” Mist replied, his confusion turnin tha fuck into anger all up in tha accusations.
“LIES!” Wolokai screamed at his muthafuckin ass yo. His muzzle opened ta spew forth mo' lies yo, but tha yellow pegasus had had enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce yo. Dude stood from his seat n' strutted slowly yo, but decisively towardz tha other stallion.
“Yo ass don’t git it, do yo slick ass?!” Mist axed, lowerin his dirty ass next ta tha now-cowerin brown pegasus. “Yo ass just can’t git it all up in dat thick lil skull of yours, can yo slick ass?” Dude proceeded ta poke at Wolokai’s forehead fo' emphasis. “No matter what tha fuck you do, Wolokai! No matter how tha fuck hard you try, it’ll never hit me biaaatch! And you wanna know why?” Mist gave tha stallion a moment ta reply ta his bangin rhetorical question yo, but he merely whimpered somethang unintelligible. “Because I was tryin ta muthafuckin help you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Not destroy you, like you fronted!”
Wolokai’s head instantly perched up, lookin at Mist’s silver eyes. “B-but!”
“All I eva did was give you fair criticizzle! I never, eva beat down you or yo' stories muthafucka! Yo ass gots tha same stupid-ass treatment dat I give fo' everypony else.” Mist’s rap was firm, yet poised. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Yo ass aren’t special enough fo' me ta make a exception outta yo thugged-out ass.”
Upon hearin dem lyrics, Wolokai’s ass skipped a funky-ass beat yo. Dude felt his held breath burnin up in his fuckin lungs as his stomach seemed ta knot itself inside of his muthafuckin ass. Da nauseous feel dat bein contradicted brought ta his ass seemed ta overwhelm Wolokai’s body. “No...” da thug whispered under his breath, tryin his hardest ta collect his cold-ass thoughts. “You’re... you’re-”
“It’s no lie,” Mist muttered, stoppin tha other stallion from concludin his sentence. “Yo ass simply aren’t tha writer- up in fact, yo ass isn’t a writer.”
“No...” Wolokai whispered, soundin dejected n' pleadin all up in tha same stupid-ass time. “B-but... m-my fa-”
“Yo Crazy-Ass hustlas mean next ta nothing!” Da yellow pegasus stomped his hoof on tha floor, promptin Wolokai ta cower n' whimper once mo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this!“What defines you- anypony as a thug isn’t his wild lil' fans muthafucka! It isn’t tha number of stories he publishes muthafucka! It isn’t tha praise he receives!” Mist holla'd n' inched closer, whisperin tha lyrics tha brown pegasus dreaded ta hear right tha fuck into his wild lil' fuckin ear, “it’s yo ass n' tha way you act!” Dude quickly rose n' strutted back ta his chair, chillin down n' puffin a sigh. “And that, Wolokai, is why yo ass isn’t a writer.”
Da brown stallion ceased his whinin n' looked wide-eyed at Mist yo. His dome was too busy processin tha knowledge dat tha pegasus bestowed upon his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. A lil' small-ass part of his ass knew it ta be true yo, but da thug was trippin like a muthafucka. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scared ta grill tha truth. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scared all up in tha fact dat he might not be tha thug afta all yo. Dude fought against such though, thankin back of what tha fuck exactly his hustlas had holla'd at his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude tried his dopest ta pool all tha strength from all tha praise dat he’s gots yo, but try as he might, he knew dat it couldn’t be a cold-ass lil coincidence dat some other ponies pointed up tha same stupid-ass flaws over n' over on his works.
Dude knew dat Mist’s lyrics was not dem of mock or derision. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. True, dat schmoooove muthafucka had raised his voice at his ass yo, but dat was justifiable, seein dat Wolokai had burst tha fuck into his fuckin lil' doggy den n' accused tha pegasus without second thoughts. Wolokai hated ta admit it yo, but there was truth on his fuckin lyrics.
“I’m s-”
“Spare mah dirty ass. Just- go.” Mist pointed up towardz tha door without turnin back ta grill his muthafuckin ass.
“Please!” tha brown pegasus pleaded, crawlin over tha floor towardz Mist’s hooves, whoz ass just looked down at his ass apathetically. “If-” dat schmoooove muthafucka hesitated, knowin dat admittin it was a road which da thug wouldn’t return from yo. Dude gulped n' looked up ta grill tha yellow pegasus. “If you could teach me, then-”
“No.” Wolokai’s half-smile was straight-up faltered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! His grill contorted n' hung up in despair as his schmoooove ass clutched Mist’s hind hooves, tryin ta bargain wit his muthafuckin ass.
“Please biaaatch! With yo' muthafuckin help! I- I could be... tha writer!” he offered, forcin a smile ta tha chillin pegasus, whom patiently tried ta yank his hooves free from his wild lil' freakadelic grasp.
“No! Yo ass storm tha fuck into mah house, you point accusin hoofs towardz me n' now you expect me ta muthafuckin help yo slick ass?!” Mist looked down ta him, lookin incredulous. Da brown stallion tightened his wild lil' freakadelic grip on his hind hooves n' whimpered pathetically. Mist merely smacked a hoof on his wild lil' forehead n' sighed, wishin dat he’d never woken up on dis particular day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Suddenly, a thought crossed his crazy-ass mind, tha strangenizz of it was enough ta capture Mist’s attention straight-up.
‘This would be slick son! Not only will it teach his ass somethang bout bein humble yo, but it will also serve fo' me ta git back at his ass fo' every last muthafuckin thang da ruffneck did ta me up in tha past.’ Dude thought n' grinned mischievously, lookin down all up in tha whimperin pegasus below his muthafuckin ass. ‘Oh, especially tha latter!’
“Okay, Wolokai,” da perved-out muthafucka started fakin compliance, somethang dat prompted tha stallion ta jerk his head upwards, listenin attentively ta every last muthafuckin thang Mist had ta say, “I’ll teach you how tha fuck ta be a writer.” ‘Amongst other things.’
A wack grin was found plastered across tha brown pegasus’ face, he opened his crazy-ass grill ta unleash a machinegun of gratitude upon Mist yo, but tha stallion silenced his ass wit a wave of his wild lil' forehoof, somethang which he eagerly complied to. “Thin is, Wolokai, you need ta learn how tha fuck ta be mo' humble.”
Wolokai’s grill contorted slightly up in confusion yo, but da thug was quick ta stop his dirty ass as his crazy-ass grill opened up in a round “o”. Mist slowly lowered his body, his wild lil' grill nearin tha lyin pegasus’, whom felt his bangin' breath when he muttered, “humilitizzle be a harsh lesson, Wolokai.”
Da brown pegasus felt heat radiatin from his cheeks as his whole body quivered from tha statement comin from tha sultry stallion above his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude felt his brown wings slowly unfurl n' open themselves ta they full extent. Gulping, he inched his head closer ta Mist’s, drankin his straight-up dope scent. Mist, however, backed away, promptin tha stallion ta look dejectedly at his muthafuckin ass.
“Oh, no, Wolly,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, archin his body backwardz n' makin his thugged-out lil' plopped stallionhood visible ta tha dark pegasus. Wolokai felt his thugged-out ass beatin fasta n' fasta as his crazy-ass grill instinctively filled itself wit saliva yo. His hooves shook when he felt dat dat schmoooove muthafucka had unconsciously thrusted his hips against tha cloud floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Mist further arched his body back as Wolokai reached a hoof ta his wild lil' fat-ass thighs. Mist felt his cold-ass throbbin hard stallionhood bobbin up in tha air, just waitin fo' tha slightest bust a nut on as he let up a growl, like a wild animal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Da lyin stallion licked his fuckin lips whilst his dome was flooded wit pure lust.
Dude placed a hoof on one of Mist’s fat-ass thighs n' slowly brought his head near tha erect member yo. Dude closed his wild lil' fuckin eyes n' slurped across his cold-ass tip, lickin tha precum dat dripped from his stallionhood, bustin shiverz of pleasure up tha yellow pegasus’ spine fo' realz. As da thug hit dat shizzle his way all up in Mist’s shaft, rockin both his cold-ass teeth n' tongue wit a precision da ruffneck didn’t know dat schmoooove muthafucka had, Wolokai felt his own stallionhood pulsing, desperate fo' attention. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude reached a hoof ta his own member, tryin desperately ta soothe tha burnin sensation between his fuckin legs. But wit his wild lil' focus shifted, tha brown pegasus couldn’t give Mist tha proper attention dat da ruffneck desired.
Mist, on tha other hand, felt dat Wolokai was movin too slow fo' his cold-ass tastes yo. Dude placed one forehoof on his shoulder n' tha other onto his head, forcin his ass ta swallow his wild lil' fuckin entire shaft yo. Dude struggled, of course yo, but Wolokai felt somethang coursin all up in his crazy-ass mind; he felt dat da ruffneck deserved dis lesson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude felt dat he needed dis lesson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As tha brown stallion’s tongue carefully swirled around tha shaft occupyin his crazy-ass grill entirely, Mist felt his warm breath directly on his wild lil' freakadelic groin’s fur, promptin his ass ta buckle; tha pleasure coursin all up in his body was nearly pushin his ass right up ta tha edge.
With phat hooves, Mist pumped his head up n' down and, by some miracle, he kept his dirty ass from blowin his stack. Wolokai tried ta slow his ass down yo, but his crazy-ass mind had already melted tha fuck into ecstasy. Still- tha criez of pleasure from tha intense sensations was too overwhelmin fo' tha yellow pegasus ta handle n' soon, he felt somethang buildin up along his stallionhood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Primal desires had started ta take over, n' da thug wouldn’t be refused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude gave Wolokai’s head one last pump n' pressed his crazy-ass muzzle against his wild lil' freakadelic groin, feelin tha tip of his shaft bein clutched by tha brown pegasus’ throat.
Dude finally busted out his dirty ass n' he reflexively slid out, seein his still hard stallionhood slip outta his crazy-ass grill n' spillin his seed all over Wolokai’s grill n' muzzle, whoz ass just opened wide n' took almost every last muthafuckin ounce ta tha bounce his schmoooove ass could inside, swallowin wit pride, like a pig up in tha mud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Mist felt another jolt of pleasure ripplin all up in his ass n' his thugged-out lil' punk-ass blew mo' of his cream onto tha stallions face, makin it drip along his crazy-ass mane n' his back as he growled like a animal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Da yellow pegasus staggered backwards, ploppin his dirty ass back ta his chair, pantin hard n' admirin tha work dat schmoooove muthafucka had done before his muthafuckin ass.