Title:           FS:SotU's Story - Untitled
Author:          NIEGeneral
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First Edit:      Monday 6th of January 2014 08:22:05 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 6th of January 2014 08:22:05 PM CDT

ORIGINALLY POSTED BY: FS:SotU
 
>Day laborer in Equestria
>You are Tyrone, strongest nigga in West Fillydelphia
>At least you were
>Until you got in one little fight, and your master got scared
>And sold you to a slave trader from Bel Air
>You were crammed into a wagon filled with your fellow niggas
>First stop of the Worldwide Wagon Ride was Ponyville
>A few ponies showed up to the auction
>First one up for sale is yo nigga Tyrone
>You liked Tyrone
>Always had the freshest new Jordans
>And damn could he cook a watermelon!
>Bidding begins
>Tyrone is bought by a white pony with a purple mane
>”Fuggin’ crackas, always bringin a nigga down”
>As Tyrone walks to his new master, you and your fellow niggas start singing a solemn tune
>One of the traditional songs your people hold so dear
>”LAMBORGHINI MERCY, YO CHICK SHE SO THIRSTY, I’M IN THAT TWO SEAT LAMBO WIT YO GIRL SHE TRYNA JERK ME!”
>You are quickly silenced by the crack of a whip
>You are brought up next
>Auctioneer tells the audience about your positive attributes
>Tells of your incredible strength and unmatched talent for armed robbery
>”Ah’m not sure, he don’t look so strong ta me,” says an orange pony in the crowd
>”Lawd know I can whoop yo’ cracka ass, ho” you say under your breath
>Auctioneer tells her he’s seen you lift two buckets of fried chicken at the same time
>Reassured, the orange pony bids on you
>She wins, since she’s the only one there now
>You hear your fellow niggas singing you a going-away hymn
>”WHISTLIN’ DIXIE, MIDDLE SCHOOL I WAS GETTIN’ HEAD ON A TEN-SPEED, GIGOLO BLOOD LINE, PIMPIN’ HEREDITARY-”
>They are silenced again by the whip
>You approach your new master
>”Ay yo cracka wuzzup wuzzup. Aight, so wut y’all hoes wantin’ me doin’?”
>”What’s yer name, pardner? Ah’m Applejack, and-”
>”Ey, gurl, I ain’tcha nigga, ya feel? I’s jus tryin ta figger out what y’all have me be doin, dig?”
>”Well, ah’m jus’ tryin’ t’ be polite. There’s no need-”
>”AIN’T NOBODY HOLLA’IN AT’CHU!”
>”Uh… Well okay then! Yer jus’ gonna be kickin’ them there trees over at mah farm t’ harvest them apples.”
>”Aight, gurl.”
>As she leads you to her farm, you can’t help but take notice of her features
>You stay behind her, quietly taking in her fine posterior and silently admiring her toned flank
>By which I mean you yell out “God DAYUM, y’all gots a fiiine ass fo’ a cracka! Sheeeit, I gon’ be ridin’ dat fine thang all nite, baby gurl!”
>Shocked, she turns around with an angry expression on her face
>”Le’s get one thing straight now, ya hear? Ah am the master and yer’ a filthy, worthless slave! Ah am in charge and y’all better learn to show me some respect!”
>”Aw, don’ be like dat baby gurl, y’all arready kno’ I respect dem sweet legs! I wanna eat’chu like you’s da daily special ova at da Waffle House!”
>Applejack sighed
>”We’re here. Now I want’cha to get to work buckin’ dem apples. We’ll sort out that there attitude problem a’ yers later. Now get workin’!”
>You walk over to the nearest tree, muttering under your breath about how this the shit you don’t like
>You look at the tree, wondering how to move the apples from the tree to the buckets
>It’s like one of those math problems you didn’t do back in your schooling days
>You still carry your third-grade graduation sticker as one of your prized possessions
>Suddenly, you get an idea
>You start thinking of the fantastic booty you were witness to earlier
>You picture the toned, orange legs with the three red apples cutie mark
>You then picture said booty moving up and down over your giant black dick
>You immediately harden to your full 3 feet at the thought
>”Aw hell ye, nigga!”
>You walk up to the tree, ready to test out your theory
>You hit the tree with your long, rock-hard erection
>It stings a bit, but it causes the apples to drop into the buckets
>”Still betta den ratchet pussy,” you rationalize
>You go through your day, hitting trees with your member
>You pass the time by singing the songs of your people
>You particularly enjoy the tales of old, sung by your ancestors in the days of the East Side-West Side Wars
>”FIRST OFF, FUCK YO BITCH AND DA CLIQUE YOU CLAIM, WEST SIDE WHEN WE RIDE COME EQUIPPED WITH GAME, YOU CLAIM TO BE A PLAYA BUT I FUCKED YO WIFE, WE BUST ON BAD BOYS, NIGGAS FUCK FO LIFE!”
>Eventually, darkness falls over Ponyville
>Some red cracka comes out to chain you up in the barn
>Puts a chain on both of your rear legs
>Can’t stop yourself from yelling “TWO CHAIIIIINZ!”
>You drift off into sleep
>You dream of you, all alone with that orange pony
>You dream of her cries of ecstasy as you see how far you can stick a fried chicken leg up her moist cunt
>You dream of the taste of fried chicken being enhanced by her mare juices
>You dream of her trying to no avail to get a decent amount of your cock in her mouth
>You dream of her tongue working masterfully, driving you towards orgasm
>”Dayum, white gurl kno’s how ta suck a nigga’s dick!”
>You dream of the red pony entering you from behind, pushing you over the edge
>You wake with a start
>”Shit, nigga, da fugg you be thankin’ bout dat foe? Das sum real gay shit, Tyrone.”
>You reach over and turn on the lantern next to the pile of hay you slept on
>The light reveals the barn is covered in your cum
>”Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit”
 
TO BE CONTINUED.