Title:           #JustNiggerStuff
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 8th of March 2014 09:14:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 8th of March 2014 09:14:26 PM CDT

 
         
Being zapped into existence in a fantasy word leaves you without any way to get your chocolate fingers on any fat-white-bitch ass again, knowing this you pretty much stay indoors, in Twilight's treebrary to be exact; she was kind enough to let you in once she saw you trying to hustle the local population of ponyville with a rigged card game near the marketplace.  
 
Reciting your favorite rap songs in your head you find yourself in increasingly smelly clothing, just as the thought struck you Twilights' midget dragon assistant came waddling through, he perks up, holding two claws over his  nose and comments on your odor.  
"Gee Africanon, your clothes reak"  
 
"Yo ass is right yo, but it aint like they push human threadz anywere up in Equestria."  
Taken back by your horrible slaughter of the English language he gives you a two second stare before continuing.  
"...Do you have to talk like that?" he expresses with an annoyed glare.  
 
"Yes yes y'all, i do, Spike. Well shiiiit, it is part of mah proud as a muthafucka culture n' heritage n' shit."  
 
"Well, Anyways.. Maybe my friend Rarity could help you out with some new clothes, if anypony can do it it's her" He says, continuing giving you a look of disapproval which slowly spans out to a dreamy gaze into nothingness while thinking of Rarity.  
 
"Alright aiiiight, I be bout ta go peep Raritizzle if you be thinkin so, Spike."  
With that you move your caboose over to the carousel boutique.  
 
Upon knocking you hear the unmistakable voice of the squiggly-tailed unicorn singing from the other side of the door.  
"Commiiiing!~"  
 
She opened the door to her boutique with her magic and takes two steps back in surprise, seeing that it is you at her front door.  
She quickly regains her elegant composure and clears her throat  
"ahem, oh hello Darling, you must be the Hooman Twilight kept going on about. I am Rarity, it is a pleasure to meet you." She said with her trademark elegance  
 
"Wuz crackalackin' Rarity, sick ta hook up you like a muthafucka. Look, i need some freshly smoked up clothes, seein how tha fuck dis is mah only pair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Yo crazy-ass lil dragon playa holla'd at mah crazy ass you might be able ta help me son?"  
 
Her face slowly turned into one of horror and shock as you spew the continuous strings of your barely comprehensible sentences.  
She choked up, her brain trying to comprehend what you just said  
"Eh... hehehe, come again, Darling?  
 
"I holla'd i need some freshly drawn out rags fo' my ass!"  
You say, a bit louder this time.  
 
"...Oh, well why didn't you just say so?"  
Her face lit up anew, the thought of being able to design clothing for an alien species fluttered in her mind, a once in a lifetime opportunity. he couldn't resist.  
 
"Come with me Darling" She said with a skip in her her trot as she invited you into her store.  
As she walked in your eyes fixated at her angelic white rump and you knew, from the second you saw how her left and right cheek fought for dominance that you had to fuck her, you were after all, a proud African American, and fucking a bitch in the ass is mandatory, like taking hoe's money but that's another story.  
 
"Just take a seat, Darling, i need to get some of the special measuring equipment from out back~"  
With that you plump down on the tiny ass horse couch.  
 
About one minute passes and she trots back in, with a serene, half serious look on her face.  
"Now Darling, i need you to strip down, if my measurements are to be correct"  
 
You remove your T-shirt, exposing her to your street hardened pecs.  
Noticing her eyeing you you slow down, she immediately turns away blushing profusely.  
"Miss Rarity, you gotz a problem wit nudity, biatch? Yo pony ass naked all tha time!"  
 
Rarity started to breathe a little heavier this time around, you could have sworn her horn produced but a single spaghetti noodle.  
"YES, WELL YOU SEE..." She almost yelled franticly, Celestia how she hated being put on the spot like this.  
"I can't rightfully say I've ever seen a Hoonam's... Body before, i say this is all too foreign to me."  
 
You took that as your call to [i]introduce[/i] her to every bit of the human anatomy.  
With a Space Jam-tier jump you leaped on her faster than the proud African panther  
"Excuse m-WA HA HAAA!"  
 
You tackle her to the ground, with little effort you apply pressure on her right shoulder, efficiently felling her (years of playing with your pitbull has thought you how to tackle down creatures sporting quadruple legs).  
 
Laying down in a half assed spooning position you swiftly grab a hold of her neck with one arm and her horn with the other.  
Squeezing the horn makes her spaz out in pain, helplessly flailing her noodly hoof appendages in random patterns.  
"WHATEVER ARE YOU DOING!? GET OFF ME YOU ROUGHIAN!"  
 
Her resistance only made your African war spear harder.  
Feeling it was about time to honor your tribal heritage you decided to conquer this piece of ass.  
Removing your hand from her throat you immediately tightened the grip on her horn, pulling her head back to ensure her that she wasn't going anywhere.  
 
"For a funky-ass booty dis dopel ta go un tapped would be a cold-ass lil crime, Miss Rarity."
 
Her heart sank, her eyes turned to needle tips and her coat somehow turned an even paler shade of white.
 
Not waiting for a response you unzip your dick and remove your pants with little dificulty, using your agile hand.
At this point Rarity is hulking quietly, trying her best to hold back tears, the poor mare is litterally shaking in place
"Ple-please.. Don't" she blearily manage to utter out between sobs
"I'm saving myself for my special somepony!" She squeals in a increasingly higher pitch.
 
You suddenly stop, freezing all your actions.
"Uh... Miss Rarity...?" You say, surprisingly civil.
 
She quickly flutter her eyes in bemusement at the sudden halt to your approaches.
"Y-yes, Afr-africanon" She whispers, with the faintest shimmer of hope in her otherwise trembling voice.
 
"That is tha freshest load of bullshit eva ta grace mah ears, mah nizzle you have probbably made ludd ta every last muthafuckin stallion dis side of Equestria. Face it, yo be a naaaasty-ass whorse n' is ghon be treated as such!"
 
With those words you smothered every last ounce of hope in the unicorn mare,
whimpering a very dog-like whelp you place your upper knee over her flank, still in the half-assed spooning position and placing the tail that was tightly clamped down over her marehood and ponut over to the side of your chest it was no longer denying you access to the booty
 
Using your free hand you roughly pull her upper leg up, forcing her cheeks to spread, seeing her glorious Ponut tighter than the conditions of us black folks you ram your ebony street-sweeper straight at her butt, bracing yourself for impact while doing so.
 
With the third thrust you managed to place the ace in the hole and penetrated her asshole, the feel of her warm chocolate cavern got you all riled up and you enjoined the feeling until a air piercing scream brought you out of your euphoria.
 
Naturally the one squealing like a bleeding pig was the mare who's butt you just invaded, she started hyper ventilating and uttered something too inconsistent for you to understand.  
You thrusted harder, feeling her prison-purse getting scrambled further by your continual assault with your 100% all-beef thermometer you noticed a trickle of blood leaking out of her old-dirt-road.
 
Animalistic tendencies really shine in most African Americans while performing flanking maneuvers on the southern front, and you were no different, you grabbed a fist full of her silky sapphire mane and started getting up.
With her mane pulled up and her but still being pierced by your big-rig booty hunter attached to your rising body she to was forced upwards.
 
That's the first time you see her face after you started fucking her and she's a mess. Tears mix with mascara and it is all played out from her eyes down to some of her chest fluff, staining it's otherwise pristine color.
 
Her face carried a look of total defeat and impurity, she couldn't even look you in the eyes.
This hit you were you wouldn't want it to, reminded you of your prison days in Detroit, or the once-in-a-blue-moon you ever saw your father.
You didn't want to identify with her, you didn't want to feel sorry for her. A gangsters blood runs cold, but in that moment she was so fragile, so beautiful and broken, all at the same time that you couldn't help but feel bad for her.
 
...
 
These thought left your head when you realized she was a fucking horse and the Good Book says only humans have souls, yes siree, your preacher man was as wise as he was old, he would never give you no wrong advice.
 
You dug both your hands into her fleshy rump this time, knowing damn well that no unicorn could perform any kind of spell in this condition and ramed her like a fray train.
You felt yourself approaching launch already, in this position you could really take advantage of your mass and apply it to that ass.
 
The slaps of deez nutz to her behind was like music to your ears.  
"I be goin ta cum up in yo' booty n' there is not a god damn thang you can do bout it biiiatch, take it you supa-ho!"
 
She wasn't able to respond before you felt a shiver running down your spine as you took a big breath of fresh, Equestrian air and busted the fattest nut in recorded human history into Rarity's pristine pony ponut.
As the cum rushed through your Alabama black snake and painted Rarity's insides with your mini-hoodlings you pulled her tail as hard as you could while still holding her mane you also bashed the poor girls face into the ground stunning her for good measure.
 
You pulled out, blood and semen followed suit, the second you let go of her mane she collapsed on the floor, the blood/semen mixture formed a small pool behind her. you picked up your T-shirt and headed for the door.
 
"Damn, i aint felt dis phat up in years, now bout dem clothes, i almost forgot. Yo ass betta still make them, Rarity!"
 
Unable to respond she started gaging in disgust but quickly nodded her head once you turned around to stare at her.
"thatz what tha fuck i thought"
 
[i]slutten.[/i]