The light was dim as the setting sun,
When Celestia thought it would be quite fun,
To proclaim a contest to be run,
To find out which pony could make her cum.

Line after line ponies did gather,
Watching others leave looking haggard,
No matter the stallion or mare,
None would have their name shouted into the air.

Try as they might they couldn't quite stick,
Wether poking or proding,
with a dick or a lick,
None could cause Celestia to feel a warm drip.

Then a purple unicorn that some called Twi,
Looked the princess dead in the eye,
Watching her teacher who smiled expectendly,
Before calling her a whore...end of story.

By: The_Dash