Daring Do and the Endless Wastes

"Why thankyou kindly Mr. Snake of the rape variety!" She exclaimed as her tummy was being rubbed non-sexually by it's slithery, moist, ribbed and sexy scales.

"No problem" said the snake, "but may I ask one thing?"

Daring smiled, lost in the massage. "Of course!"

The snake looked around quickly before turning it's head back to face Daring "Well, it's just that... well... it's time for..."

With a final hiss that sounded a lot like "ssssrapeeeeeee" the snake dived at Daring's exposed labia

As Daring awoken from her dream, she noticed that her bed was covered in spaghetti. She looked around. She noticed. She was in a bronies room. On the table laid some blindbag ponies, covered in semen. She continued to look around until she could hear fapping. She looked forward and saw the brony with his back to her, looking at Daring Do Rule 34.

"You sick fuck." Daring said to herself quietly. Daring approached the brony from behind and stuck him in the head with her hoof, knocking him out hard.

“OMG!!!! Sombody's Been a BAAAADDDDD BOiiii Belowed the Amazing Good Seeds” Sombody's been a BAAAADDDDD BOiiiii! Yelled the amazing Good Seeds

And lo, Daring recognized the cock of the Lord of Hosts for no mortal cock could match the resplendent glory of the God-cock. And then she spoke unto the Canaanites saying, "verily must this cock be worshiped." And so she prolapsed her asshole reaching out to the God-cock to receive the Lords blessing.

"Well shit," said the "mare" grumpily, "How the Hell do I fix this?"

"Oh my child," came a deep, female voice, "the way is easy, though you may find it quite vile."

"That was nothing." Gabe said, proudly grunting free a particularly wet fart.

"I felt that one!" Daring Do chuckled, using her lower foothoof to prod the gassy fat man's side.

"Does that mean you give up?" Gabe spouted, Daring's bowels tensed up in response, a grin spreading across her face,

"Nope!"

"A centipede? In MY anus?" Pinkie Pie questioned in a quizzical manner. "But my ass is millipede exclusive!"

Seth however could not be stopped, and pulled out his Trixie shaped dildo, and hammered it into Daring's horrified mouth. Horse vagina flavored cake.

Holy hell in a handbasket, this is silly.

“Goes well with a glass of warm milk” exclaimed Romney diesel as he plowed his massive penis into the hindquarters of our protagonist.

And from her marehood exploded thousands of other rape snakes, cock blocking that sneaky bastard.

"I've been foiled again." The rape snake cried.

"It's okay snake. I know you'll be inside of me in no time." Daring knew this to be true, all of these fucking authors couldn't get away from the rape snakes long enough to be raped by those kind niggers that had been eyeing her.

"Rape snakes...why did it have to be rape snakes?" God thought.

God thinking as it turns out, was a terrible thing, as anything he thought manifested itself into reality. in this case Daring Do's reality, as God happened to be reading Daring Do and the Jungle Terror, which he just paid the 99 cents for on Amazon.com. God found it to be the greatest piece of literature ever and was engrossed in it's quality imagery.

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daring doo must triforce to live

So ur wid yo honi and ur makin out wen the phone ringz. U ansr it n da voice sayz "wut r u doin wit ma daughter?"
u tel ur girl n she say "ma dad is ded."

Daring, being the egotistical fuck that she is, calmly began deep throating the dildo for all she was worth

HEROLIGHT CAN TRIFORCE
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It's no use, her triforce powers fail her, when suddenly
“This Good Seeds are What all true mares Strive for,” Said the King

Out of the shadows came a cloaked zigger. Zecora. Daring was still peeved at that bitch for raping her at the Christmas party, but that was another story.

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you niggers can't even fucking triforce.

Jizzy Stalvern waited. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da lightz above his ass blinked n' sparked up of tha air. There
were demons up in tha base yo. Dude didn't peep em yo, but had expected em now fo' muthafuckin years yo. His
warnings ta Cernel Joson was not listenend ta n' now it was too late. Far too late
for now, anyway.

Jizzy was a space marine fo' fourteen years. When he was lil' he watched the
spaceshizzles n' he holla'd ta dad "I wanna be on tha shizzles daddy."

Dad holla'd "No, muthafucka! Yo Ass will BE KILL BY DEMONS"

There was a time when he believed his muthafuckin ass. Then as he gotz oldaed he stopped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But now in
the space station base of tha UAC he knew there was demons.

"This is Joson" tha radio crackered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Yo Ass must fight tha demons!"

So Jizzy gotted his thugged-out lil' palsma rifle n' blew up tha wall.

"HE GOING TO KILL US" holla'd tha demons

"I will blast at him" holla'd tha cyberdemon n' he fired tha rocket missiles. John
plazzleaed at his ass n' tried ta blew his ass up. But then tha ceilin fell n' they were
trapped n' not able ta kill.

"No, muthafucka! I must bust a cap up in tha demons" he shouted
Da radio holla'd "No, John. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass is tha demons"

And then Jizzy was a zombie.