Title:           Roarin' Equestria 2
Author:          Anonbraham_Lincoln
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First Edit:      Thursday 14th of March 2013 07:21:55 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 14th of March 2013 07:21:55 PM CDT

>Day Drugstore Cowboy in Equestria
>You are Anon
>You're cruisin' in ya pop's old jalopy lookin' for some swell dames.
>You stop at the corner and honk the horn to a couple of mares
Hey Honies! Why don't you wiggle yourselves on over here?
>The two mares giggle and walk over to you
How. Dee! Now what, pray tell, are you two flapper's names?
>They blush, and tell you their names are Lyra and Bon Bon
How about us three mosey on down to the gin mill and get ourselves some giggle water?
L: I don't think I can do that, my pa would be righteously upset.
BB: I can't either.
>Well dag nabbit.
alright, you two scram. But not too fast now..,
>They giggle again and walk home
>That didn't get far.
>Maybe you'd have better luck at the speakeasy.
>Saunter on down the way, and you arrive lickety-split
>Walk on inside, grab yourself a free sinker (donut) and take a seat at the bar.
>You spy a yellow pegasi mare sittin' by herself.
>What a Dame!
Heyo Flam! Who's the sheba at the end of the bar?
F: Her? That's Fluttershy, she's new.
>Groovy...
>Hey, that sounded nifty! You should start saying that, see if it catches on.
F: Be careful Anon, Word on the corner is she's a little clingy.
Relax sap, I'll take her to my struggle buggy and be on my way.
>He gives you a look, it says, "Do what you want, don't say I didn't warn you."
F: Don't be takin' any wooden nickels now.
>You walk over to her
Hey there, baby, nice gams you got.
>She blushes and covers her legs with her tail.
What's a swanky tomato like yourself doin' in a  hole like this?
FS: Um. Well... I'm new in town, and I...thought this seemed... like a swell joint, so I came in.
>Ring-a-ding-ding
>Those shy broads always tighten your pants
So, doll, how's about I buy you some gin?
FS: Oh, um. I don't drink.
>Alright, there goes gettin' her spifflicated
>You throw a bit at the barkeep
Here's a clam, now how about a seltzer for the lovely dame?
FS: Oh, no thank you, I don't want...
Pipe it down and have a sip.
>She sinks into her bar stool and sips the fizzy waters
So, how about I tune-up your chassis?
>She spits out her drink
FS: Uh, no thank you.
Come on, dollface.
>You pull her by the hoof to your car
>She weakly protests you the entire way
>You get to your jalopy and open the door and lead her into the Struggle Buggy
>Closing the door, behind you, you sit in the back seat with her, rubbing her back
FS: This is... nice...
>She wants your Johanssen.
>You move your hand further down to her mare bits and slowly rub
FS: -eep!
>She moans a little, while trying to pish you away
>You're rock solid
>You pull down your trousers and release Johnny
Why don't ya give some cash, doll?
FS: I'd rather n
>She can't finish her sentence with her mouth suddenly full of ding-a-ling
>You sit there, forcing her to suck on your Johnson
>She isn't enjoying it too much
>How can you tell?
>Well, she's puncing you, trying to bite it, and when you give her a second to breathe, she usually says, "Let me go you rap-GLOMP."
>Pfft. Dames.
Wowza, baby, you sure are a ducky flapper.
>She just screams at you, but it's muffled
>Oh, Boy! The Milkman's about to make a delivery!
>She's able to break away and breathe, right as the milkman makes his stop.
>Fluttershy's drenched in your sailors
Aaaahhhh... that sure was keen, now why don't you beat it?
FS: Was that not enough?
I mean scram.
>About that time, a huge red stallion tapps on your window.
BM: Sir, can you step out of the car?
Ab-so-lute-ly.
>You tuck your tallywacker back up and smooze out the door.
BM: What's going on here?
Oh, not much of nothing. We just having a little spoon
FS: He raped me honey!
>Honey?
>Before you can say anything, this huge red stallion punches you right in the kisser with a pair of brass hooves
BM: You think you can mess with my girl? You think you can violate her? Huh? You just messed with the wrong gang.
>Horsefeathers! She didn't tell you she was a moll!
>Maybe 'cause her mouth was busy at the time
BM: With all this talk of equal rights for women, I guess it's only fair for me to do what's gonna happen.
>Your eyes go wide as he pulls out his massive horsecock.
BM: I'll even let you swallow.
And if I don't?
BM: I'll have you bumped off with a shiv, you'll go for a ride. Or we'll get ya a pair of cement shoes.
>Hory fuck, he's serious. You don't wanna go kaputz! You'll do anything!
...Even suck a huge red dick.
>you start with the head.
>Big Mac just forces it all the way down and spoons your face.
>At least you didn't die, and hey. You got some sugar from that dame. All you had to in return was to be
>Suckin' Big Mac