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By: picklehead42 on Dec 4th, 2012  |  syntax: None  |  size: 3.27 KB  |  hits: 126  |  expires: Never
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  1. >Day pickles in Equestria. 
  2. >Wake up feeling like P. Diddy. 
  3. >Pickle Daddy that is. 
  4. >You are the royal pickler, and nothing is better than waking up to a fine breakfast of pickles. 
  5. >After breaking open a jar, because just opening it would be ridiculous, you munch on one. 
  6. >The sweet, tangy and tart flavor, the satisfying crunch, the wonderful after taste. 
  7. >You get hard just thinking about it. 
  8. >You begin to munch on another, when a knock comes to the door. 
  9. "Goddammit! I am trying to eat my pickles! Who would dare interrupt me!"
  10. >You stomp to the door, and fling it open. 
  11. >Fluttershy is there, marehood aimed right at your face, her head near the ground. 
  12. >Shes turned to look at you, bedroom eyes on "love me" setting. 
  13. "What is it."
  14. >"I know your fetish mister!"
  15. >You reach in for another pickle. 
  16. "Oh really? And what's *crunch* that?"
  17. >The tart taste makes this interaction almost bearable. 
  18. >"It's pickles! Now stick one in me!"
  19. >Startled, you take a step back. 
  20. >Was it really that obvious? Could she had finally guessed it?
  21. "Y-you best be g-going now!"
  22. >She waves her marehood around. 
  23. >"I know you want it!"
  24. >You reach over your couch and grab your emergency pickle. 
  25. "So long bitch!"
  26. >You take a chomp, and are teleported to your secret pickle jar lair. 
  27. "I must be careful..." 
  28. >You mutter, sinking onto your couch, munching on more pickles. 
  29. >At least Fluttershy isn't 
  30. >Fucking your pickles. 
  31.  
  32. >Day more pickles in Equestria. 
  33. >After that run in with Flutterbutt, you had rarely left your secret base. 
  34. >But this was a exception. 
  35. >You had caught wind if your pickle being in p0nyville. 
  36. >YOUR PICKLE! The pickle that had been with you the day you arrived here. The one that was stolen. 
  37. >You made your way through town, questioning p0nies. 
  38. >They all pointed to my shop. 
  39. >It was a quant shop, a small corner store that I had bought that sold pickles. I had a nice p0ny names Wuten run it. 
  40. >After questioning him, he said that the only pickles that he had sold the last week was to HER. 
  41. >You sigh, thank him for his time, and set towards her cottage. 
  42. >Within the hour, you've arrived, and are prepared for the worse. 
  43. >You rap on the door, and hear a quiet "Come in!"
  44. >You creak open the door, and see your worst nightmare. 
  45. >Fluttershy, rear in the air, with YOUR PICKLE in her cunt.
  46. >"Come get it!" she says, and shoves the rest down, the tip disappearing.  
  47. "Mother fucker!"
  48. >You launch at her, fist forward like superman, aiming straight for her p0ny pickler. 
  49. >You plunge your fist in, reaching for it. You feel the tip just out of your grasp. 
  50. >You shove your arm in to your shoulder, but it's still out of reach. 
  51. "Oh my pickles! That feels so nice!"
  52. >Her juices make everything slick, and her moans only irritate you more. 
  53. "Ah fuck it!"
  54. >You push her open, and stick your whole upper body in. 
  55. >That mother fucker is worth it. 
  56. >You suddenly feel all Fluttershy's weight shift forward, as she tilts her head towards the ground. 
  57. >Gravity, being the traitorous bitch that it is, causes your legs to inch forward into her. 
  58. "Oh shit!"
  59. >As your legs join you inside her, you feel the warmth on her pickler, her walls squeezing you. 
  60. "Well shit. Looks like I'm,"
  61. >You pull out a pair of sunglasses
  62. "in a pickle."
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