Title:           >"I was serious. Anyways, plan 2. I cover your cutiemarks with bandages unt smug
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/d8mhNFdZ
First Edit:      Wednesday 30th of July 2014 04:51:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 30th of July 2014 04:51:00 PM CDT

>"I was serious. Anyways, plan 2. I cover your cutiemarks with bandages unt smuggle you past the front lines dressed as a germaneian solider. Then when we're past the bloodiest parts of the conflict we.... Alright, alright you got me, there is no plan C. I never planed further than capturing or strangling you. "
"God dammit Aryanne. Alright, listen. We walk north-west of here, my.. family lives a few miles away from here. We spend a few days there and get our bearings, update ourselves on how the war is going then figure out what to do, deal?
>"Deal."
"We are also to paint some stripes on your coat with motor oil to disguise you as a Zebra. 'Aryanne' is wide spread name among the farmers living closest to the fighting. Your death-squads made sure of that..."
 
>"HAHA You are actually serious?! Me? Aryanne? Ein Zebra?! You-- You got a great sense of humor Veronika. That is the silliest, most ridiculous thing I have ever heard since, well. Ever!"
>you take a spoon's worth of the green goo Aryanne cooked up in your mouth whilst trying not to break eye-contact
>"There is no way, absolutely no way. I'd rather racemix with a camel or some other form of filth. The notion alone is just absurd!"
 
>"Unclean... UNCLEAN!"
"Stand. Still, Aryanne. You'll make the stripes all squiggly if you keep moving."
>"Nononono! It BURNS! Generations of perfect breeding reduced to nothing! I can FEEL the oily residue CRAWLING IN MY SKIN!"
"You are being a-- What do they call it? Little baby bitch about this, Aryanne. You can wash it off afterwards."
>brush stroke after brush stroke you slowly develop a zebra-looking pattern on Aryanne
>her back legs and lower torso is already finished
>an array of light swirls and symmetrical stripes litter the pony as you move forward to the last remaining part of her body left un-zebrafied
>her cutiemarks
>giving the ends of her swastikas a light bend upwards you stand back and admire your handy work
>Aryanne however shivered like a leaf in the wind
 
 
 
9th time getting the "we think your post is spam" reply I'll just post a cap instead because m00t sucks enough cocks for the friction to burn holes in his cheeks.