They sang songs of STDs and ate pieces of feces that Pancake already had with her. The two friends walked in sync, their plots bouncing in a fantastic way. The pink pony was totally aroused, her nipples sticking out a full six feet, in fact she was walking on these nipples. "Meanwhile, back in his new castle in Canterlot, Sliken was frantically searching for the cock necklace. He was looking under cushions, couches, and beds, to no success.
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