To clop or not to clop, that is the question
Whether it is nobler in the net’s browser
To furiously yank to AppleDash images
Or to silently splooge on your screen to a sensual incest scene
And to do so, shall I offend
Cause I am on cam with my friends
And they do not understand
This need, this compulsion
To cum inside pastel colored ponies
As they muff munch each other as rule thirty-four dictates
Oh why, oh why, must you post Luna’s flank
When I had just cleaned my screen
Why must you make me wank
So sore is my crank
But I digress, I plead, I ask for more Molestia
I dream of that fair princess
Who majestically waves her six cocks
And then blesses us with readings of wincest
So my cock grows hard
And my arm grows tired
I find an image of DJ-PON3
And now the cock has fired
NO MORE! NO MORE! I plead to the ponies
No more can I stand this
No more can I clop
For I have blisters on my palms
And my dick burns to the touch
And then Chrysalis spreads her legs
And uses the holes in her hooves to get me off
So much for quitting this obsession
I must continue to clop
And so my friends listen
In horror as I moan
Except for that one totally sick fuck
Who focuses in asking for more
Pony pussy everywhere
My friends they all hang up
Except for that one sick friend
Who now has his own up

By: Biker_Dash