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Apples of the NightHowdy. Y'all probably already know me, I’m the honest, mild mannered filly with a gift for tendin to orchards; but in recent times I done got sick of my simple earth pony life style. Sure yall are probably like “why in tarnation would a pony with an apple shaped cutie mark ever turn to the crazy stuff I done?” Well shoot, I reckon it all began some time ago.Apples of the Night by pootiet12345
I guess it all starts with somethin they taught me at Ponyville Tech: the dilemma of pony nature. I attended college to get myself a degree in business management a few years back along with a minor in agronomy. It was boring as shit, but I digress. In a class about theories and origin of Equestrian life, I learnt about this here dilemma, the idea that somehow ponies are all supposed to be equal when we are really quite outmatched by superiors among us.
The foundation of our society is that ponies like my friend Pinkie Pie and myself are the workers. Yep, you already know where this is going, but we really have no
Macintosh and Carmel Get High... Part 1Mac & Carmel Get HighMacintosh and Carmel Get High... Part 1 by pootiet12345
Inside of the barn of sweet apple acres, Macintosh awoke from beside of his light blue mare to the sound of a hoof knocking on the barn door. 'God I hope Granny didn't just find out what I did out here yesterday,' he thought to himself as he answered his door. Mac breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.
"I need to stabilize a magic brew," Zecora explained, "some cannabis will surely do!"
"Ok Z I got just what you need," Macintosh let the zebra in for a moment while he walked in the back to take care of her order. The back room of the barn had been used for years by Mac as an herb growing facility; nearly four dozen massive plants all but filled the room with their growth and twentysix seedlings were beginning to germinate as well. On the drying rack almost a pound of fresh weed had completed the process and was ready for consumption. Mac carefully selected his best buds for Zecora's twenty sack and left the room, locking the door behind him.
"Here ya go,
A Dash of SprinklesRainbow Dash looked at her latest conquest, the beautiful yellow mare with an orange, flame like mane, laid on her bed, sleeping peacefully. Spitfire was truly a gorgeous mare, her shapely legs, and smooth, silky plot only adding to the temptation that is sex with a wonderbolt. She slowly got up, crawling out of the other pony's bed, trying her hardest to not wake her. Then Rainbow did what she did best, she dashed out of there before anyone could force her to stick around for breakfast.A Dash of Sprinkles by pootiet12345
'Good Faust she was tight,' Dash shuddered thinking about the cleanliness and fine perfume scent, 'but I never want to eat out another mare for that long again wonderbolt or not.' Rainbow Dash loved mares, but she hated providing them with oral services. It usually ended up taking too much of her time, too much of her effort, and there was always a slim chance that (even with her discriminating tastes) she could get a sexual infection in her mouth and tongue.
It was always strange to h
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Im just an average brother trying to make it in the rich white mans world. I am also a fan of mlp even though I am the only black guy I know off of the internet who is actually willing to admit that. I love to write short crappy stories, and I love thick ass females |
Current Residence: Cincinnati, Ohio
Favourite genre of music: real ass Rap
Favourite style of art: Impressionism, Pop art
Operating System: I'm a mack that owns a pc
Favourite cartoon character: Huey Freeman