"No!" Twilight said through clenched teeth. "I think I've just discovered a new way to make chocolate-covered bananas," Spike said, as he pressed the tip of the frozen fruit against her fart factory. Grabbing a frozen banana with sadistic glee, Spike moved it towards Twilight's syrupy sluice chute. Spike glanced over at his other sweets while contemplating his next move.
She breathed heavily as she felt the cold syrup cling to her anal walls. In spite of the anal food play, Twilight refused to budge from where she stood. "Now that's what I call a fudge factory!" Spike said, eagerly.Īfter a couple more thick squirts, Spike removed the bottle and watched her purple sphincter dribble chocolate sauce onto her slit. Rich, brown chocolate sauce slowly began leaking from Twilight's anal ring. The container made a sickening, squelching sound as its contents poured into the unicorn's poo passage. The dragon squeezed the bottle, filling Twilight's butt with chocolate syrup. "Maybe not from where you're standing," Spike said, "but from back here it looks hilarious!" "Spike, pull it out!" Twilight said, panicking, "This isn't funny!" Spike giggled maliciously as she squirmed in discomfort. Her eyes went wide immediately as her assistant anally assaulted her. Without any warning, Spike shoved the bottle nozzle up Twilight Sparkle's ass. He was curious to see what lengths she would go through in her desperate desire to stand still. Spike was determined to test Twilight's resolve. An evil grin spread across his face as he licked his lips. He then looked at the squirtable bottle of chocolate sauce before looking back at Twilight. The devious dragon stared hungrily at Twilight's butt. "Stomachache, huh?" the dragon chuckled, "That's future Spike's problem." Spike scoffed at her warning, while licking chocolate sauce off his fingers with his long, reptilian tongue. She attempted to reprimand her dragon without moving from her spot, "Think of the stomachache!" "Ah, Spike stop!" Twilight said, through clenched teeth. Whipped cream and chocolate sauce were getting all over the floor. She started sweating as Spike made a sloppy banana split. Twilight didn't turn her head, but she could hear noisy, messy sounds from behind her. The naughty dragon soon returned with a can of whipped cream, frozen bananas, maraschino cherries and a bottle of chocolate sauce. Spike took another heaping spoonful as he walked back into the kitchen to get more sweets. The desire for ice cream was overpowering his self control. Twilight exclaimed in frustration as she watched her assistant succumb to his baser instincts. ah!" Spike moaned delightedly, "So good!" He enjoyed it even more because Twilight was watching him do it. Spike flaunted his new unfettered freedom in front of her as he savored each scoop of ice cream. Sweat formed on Twilight's brow as she tried to keep from moving.
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Twilight had prohibited him from binging on sweets, but now that she was immobilized, he was free to do as he pleased. eat an entire tub of ice cream!" Spike momentarily left the room and returned almost immediately with a large tub of strawberry ice cream that was nearly as big as he was. He knew that as long as she remained in her current state, he could do anything he wanted. "Really?" Spike said, "So, no matter what happens, you're not gonna' move a muscle, huh?" The wheels in Spike's head were turning as he looked at Twilight's immobile frame. "If I stand right here and don't move a muscle until next Tuesday, I can't possibly do whatever it is that future Twilight wanted to warn me not to do!" Twilight said hopefully. Teleporting out of her hoof hewn hole, Twilight appeared beside a bookshelf and stood stock still. "I did everything I could think of to change the future, but it didn't work," Twilight Sparkle said, "So maybe it's not what I do, maybe it's what I don't do!" Twilight continued pacing as she worried about what to do. "I don't have time for another one of your lectures, Spike," Twilight Sparkle said, "This is serious!" Twilight stood in a deep trench of her own making and stared impatiently at her assistant. "Maybe you ought to give the pacing a rest," Spike said, stifling a laugh, "You've worn a groove into the floor." Nothing she did made her feel as though she had prevented the unknown disaster from happening. In spite of preparing the town, she didn't feel any safer. Twilight Sparkle paced nervously in Ponyville Library. This article contains information that is not suitable for kids.
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