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>you’re a beautiful looking Mexican, with well fitted shades and a flashy coat

>you’re driving a 1987 pick-up truck, the label rusted off too long ago to remember the model

>you’re sick of this land, the beer is great but the price of life here is ridiculous

>through some ridiculous means of self-persuasion, you decide America is the place to go

“Angole, Angole, allevi, AH LEVI!”

>inb4 this is the Team America of Spanish

>you floor the pedal as you reach the wired fence blocking your salvation

>you smell the wistful air of freedom wafting from the north, beckoning you to end your misery trying for the escape

“TACO TACO, A MIS DIOS!”

>you accidently hit one of Mexico’s infamous fifty feet potholes that sit around the country

>you scream like a little girl as you sail through a world of colors, perhaps you had too much of the Mary J before you attempted this dashing act of bravado

>this hole is way too deep, and yet you’re not dead

>you pass the fuck out after pissing all over your poncho and puking into your sombrero

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>you wake up as your battered truck collapses on the ground, the crashing motion awaking you from your unconscious state

>you stroke your marvelous and well groomed mustache, unsure as to where you are

“¿Que burrito quesadilla?”

>you’re in full blown high mode, it seems, and man was that was one hell of a blunt you rocked out on

>cartoon world, and perhaps you’re dead

>you might as well enjoy the idea of a “new world of opportunity”

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>you drive down the dirt pathways a few miles, considering your pickup is a fucking tank in all aspects

>you notice you’re only at half tank for gas, and wished you filled up before you left

>you suddenly hit a huge bump on the road, forcing you to veer around a few feet before you stop

“¡¿El infierno es ese?!”

>you hop out of your faithful ride to see the scene, and you realized you ran over someone’s small cattle

>it was a pony, mare by the looks of it

>and she has a nice tire mark over her crushed ribcage

>you hail Mary a few times, pulling out a flask and swigging some tequila

>pull out your trusted trumpet from the back, you play the song of your people in grieving for a passed creature:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oz75hArCDpk&feature=related

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>after giving the proper respects to the fallen creature, you decide it’s not worth wasting her as you lift the off colored purple mare onto the bed of the truck

>odd people here, they brand their horses with three flowery symbols

>must be an open society or something here, as you unzip yourself hastily

“¡El remembre de Alamo!”

>your already prepared member is thrusted into the corpses still warm body, the mixture of blood and vaginal fluids acting as an effective lubricant for your devastating boner

>you ignore the fact her broken ribs are poking through, guts and torn tissue flung out as the last of her blood pours off

>you sing La Cucaracha to yourself as you get to work, pumping away and getting your fill

>hey, the song is multipurpose, what can you say

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>three minutes later you orgasm twice into her, grasping her dead flank as you scream to your ancestors

>man, you forgot how good this stuff was, as you wipe your dick on her fur and toss her on the side of the road

>ready for death to end ya anytime from this dream, you tilt your sombrero to the side like a boss and drive off once more, smoking a cigar into the sunset

>except there was no sunset, and you floor the brakes once again as you almost hit a trio of yet more horses, fillies perhaps

>like the one before, they’re ridiculously colored, but you notice something peculiar about these three;

>they’re not branded, free roaming to the world

>perhaps your chance to make a living here has come to hand

>they approach you without a hint of wariness, curiosity piquing their little minds as you exit your humble abode of a truck

>how innocent and young these foals are, ripe for the plucking

>by plucking you mean possibly some good ol’ Mexican dangalang time

>???(1): “Apples, apple-apple?”

“Lo siento, pero no hablo espanol.”

>???(2): “Bwuuk? Bwuk bwuk bwuk…”

>what the hell are they speaking, is it even that confounded English everyone warned you of?

>???(3): “Beep beep boop bop Cutie Marks bop boop bzzzz!”

>they’re friendly, by the sounds of it; no need to go full revolutionary on their asses

>you motion to the back of your truck, smiling wildly as you learn your first English words

“¡El entre mi trucko, y tambien  tienes los cutie marks!”

>???(1): “Apple cutie marks!” Apples apples, apple!”

>???(x3): “Yayyy!”

>they hop into the back of your truck as you offer them fifths of tequila, swigging some down yourself as you sing away happily

>how oblivious they are to the blood from before

>they follow suit, getting about halfway through the bottle each before they promptly pass out

>the idiots, these smart ponies not so smart, as you lick the top of your lips

“Me gusta…”

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>you drive off road for about a mile, drunkenly making your way to an even more seclude area

>finding a nice field, you park and make your way to the back, where the three foals are giggling about, unaware as to what’s going on

>your ancestors would be proud, as your penis grows more firm than a hard shell taco

>it’s dangalang time, sombrero style

>you enter the truck bed and reach for the closest one, the yellow furred one with the red mane

>she’s awfully perty, this one, and she’s all ready for action too

>”Bwuh, apples…?”

“Cutie mark, tienes cutie mark.”

>”Mmm… apples.”

>you always wants a foreign chick as you pull her closer to your pelvis, your penis revealed in its glory

>she makes some sort of drunken complaint as you lift her, which is soon replaced by a soul piercing shriek as you lower her onto yourself

>the noise is intolerable, but the pleasure… is so wonderful

>the tightness forced onto your throbbing member makes you excited, carnal perhaps

>your mustache widens with your terrible grin as you force her to the hilt, her screams even louder

>no one to hear her but you, her friends incapacitated until it’s their turn

>it will be done, soon enough

>soon blood is once again lubricating you below, her cries muffled and soon replaced by pained moans

>you knew you could break her in

>you force her as fast as your arms can allow, pleasure emancipating you from the worries of this odd world

>she’s crying in an alcohol induced sorrow, probably debating whether or not this was worth it in the end as you manhandle her to victory

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>within a few minutes you come in her, lifting her up and forcing her mouth to clean up the mess before tossing her mangled body aside, reaching for the next one

>now this is peculiar; this one possesses two wings of sorts, you just noticed these odd obtrusions

>nonetheless, her head sways to and fro out of consciousness, and she’s possession what you need

>a steaming warm and tight vagina

>you place her on her back this time, domineering above her as you settle yourself in

>a bit awkward, considering the orange pegasus’s size, but you work with it in any case

>you’re somewhat turned off when she give a loud noise similar to a chicken being harassed

>her sweetpot more than makes up for it, ignoring the groaning yellow one in the dirt

>her squawks finally evolving into some sort of pained shouts, trying to fly away

>your hands secure her wings down, drowning her in some sort of atrocious ecstasy

“No los wingos para tu, senora.”

>you let the groin do the rest of the talking, penetrating far within her that is logically necessary

>you go still deeper anyways, the shape of your penis imprinting slightly through her abdomen

>her squabbling noises are soon muted as she accepts defeat, her body no more than a tender sack of meat for you to pillage

>and pummel her you do, your desires infinite and your libido even more so

>you hold her in place firmly as she looks away in embarrassment, unable to comprehend what’s going on anymore

>she prays that she’ll forget this nightmare, and you do your best to thresh the memory across the inside of her fragile skull

>she’ll never forget this moment, not as long as you can help it

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>you finish off the fun with the orange foal by making her forcibly deepthroating you until you come your fourth time

>this foal is wasted, stretched from your work; like the other, you threw aside her sister of sorts, craving that first feeling once more

>and you see the sleeping unicorn resting peacefully in the corner, unaware of the fate soon to befall her

>as you get to your feet, you glare over her, your toothy smile ready to unhinge your jaw

>it was when you reached down to her when you realized something;

>either you sex drive isn’t keeping up, or the tequila is giving you a healthy case of limp dick

>you’re going to have to save her for later, as you harness your pants back into a more dignified condition

>you’re getting mighty hungry, and you haven’t seen a taco stand in sight

>it’s getting dark soon too, better camp up for the night while you live off your handy tequila

>back up and over the unconscious ponies, crushing the two of them, you sail off into the sunset truly this time, an off white young unicorn stuck in the back of your truck

“VIVE LA VIVA!”