Pat in Equestria by 8th
>Once upon a time in the magical land of Equestria there dwelt a creature by the name of Pat, the destroyer of hymen. Scientific name: Nigrus Sonorous.
>A great hunger had swept over the land and the pony inhabitants were forced to rely on the big black man to help.
>He agreed to aide them in their plight in return for bitches and fried chicken before setting out on a great journey to see the Grand Vizier of spaghetti for some much needed sketties.
>The journey would be long and perilous but with his trusty fairy wand and companion Octotavi, the Octopus pony, he was confident he would complete it.
>Sadly Equestria had no cars for Pat to hotwire, so the two spent all day travelling on foot and when night fell, they made camp under a large tree.
>As the two of them laid down their sleeping bags Pat eyed Octotavia's booty.
"Dayyum," he called.
>"What was that?" Octotavia called back in confusion.
"Uh, I said we outta water melowns. Dis be bullshit dawg."
>Pat smacks his lips, crosses his arms in anger while hoping she wasn't cracking on to his new found motives.
>"I wasn't aware we had any watermelons with us, anyway, I'll make us some breakfast first thing in the morning."
"Aw-ight."
>Pat looks down and notices his 100% all-beef thermometer is making an appearance and panics.
>Instincts kick in from when a hoe back in the hood spoke back, so Pat began to backhand his cherry poppin' daddy with all his black fury.
>Each smack was only fueling the power inside his dribbling dragon.
>After a few minutes of a WWE:Smackdown match with his heat-seeking moisture missile, Pat gave up.
>Opting for ignoring it, maybe if he didn't pay attention, it would go away. Like those girls who tried to get child support off him.
>Pat struts on over to his sleeping bag like he was kicked in the leg by some 5 year old and the two fell asleep.
>Well, one of them did.
>Pat waited till the moon was high in the sky before making his move.
>When it was, he climbed out of his bag and under the pitch black of the night, he was given the perfect disguise as long as he kept his perfect pearly whites hidden.
>He crept out from under his sleeping bag, and over to Octavia's.
>His large lumbering form towered over her the defenseless and innocent octopony as he flashed a small grin.
>The whites of his teeth were bright enough to wake Octotavia, she looked up at Pat as he began to climb in.
>"What're we going to do in the bag, Onii-chan?" Octavia asked.
"Hush baby gurl, this gon feel great!" Pat replied.
>He gently caressed one of her tentacles, planting a light kiss with his large lips before his hand begins to trail down into his pants.
>He gribs onto his bowling ball sized testicles before placing two suction pads on either nut.
>The pads begin to create a soft, tugging sensation causing Pat to a elicit a slight whimper of pure bliss.
"Mmm, this be better dan purpal drank," Pat moaned.
>With another tentacle, she reaches up for his Black Rod of Cummingtonite and grips on tightly.
>Pat's Mr Willy Wonka now stood at full attention, ready to do a drive by on Octotavia's Land Down Under.
>But first his Slippery Love Dolphin needed to lubed up otherwise her Tuna Sock might get #rekt.
>Pat then began to chant the song of his people, "Over the lips and past the gums, open wide bitch, here I come."
>Before Octotavi has a chance to question the meaning of his rhyme, his Third arm of Justice was thrusted deeply into her mouth.
>Her muffled screams of shock and awe were drowned out by the loud mating call of Pat.
>Pat's Silly Willy's stick of mayhem used rampage.
>It was super effective.
>Pat's love and passion for his pony waifu overtook his sense of control as he began to thrust. Octotavia's tears only serving as lube.
>The Throbbing python of love's rampage and Pat's loud howls of pleasure went on through the night.
"You likin' dat gurl, yeah? Mmm. I'd give up my welfare for more poontang like this."
>Pat pulled his Eighteen inches of blunt fury out of her mouth and let it snow all over Octotavi's hair and face.
>After a few gasps for air, she found her breath and spoke up.
>"O-Okay. You got what you wanted... Let me go."
"Nuh-uh, I ain't done."
>Octotavia went into a panic and tried to scurry away.
>But as anyone who has tried to run from a mugging knew, you can't out run a black man.
>Especially one fueled with black magic.
>She makes barely ten metres before Pat is upon her, holding her down while positioning his Harry & the Hendersons for re-entry.
>Her eyes go wide in horror as she sees he wasn't lying, he wasn't done. His he-ham was still in full stance.
"You may wan' bite somthin' gurl, cause my Magic Johnson is about to get it in the net."
>A loud howl from Pat and a scream from Octotavia echoed through the fields, frightening away any creatures nearby, as Stretchy and the twins did what they did best.
>Pat thrusted hard and fast, not wasting a moment.
>Octotavia's struggles only fuel Pat's passion and increased the pleasure.
>Her tight Octopussy coiled around his Wally the one-eyed wonder wiener.
>Despite the sensation, Pat was able to concentrate on what his entire 8 years of public school education had taught him, counting to thirty.
>It was a long as he could last.
>When he reached what he thought was twenty five seconds, he started pulling out but suddenly, Octotavia coiled her tentacles around him to prevent his escape.
"W-what chu doing, bitch?" Pat squirmed and struggled but Octotavi's tentacles had sealed his escape.
>"I-I want you to... Cum deep inside my uterus, onii-chan!"
"Aww shit, you asking for it now."
>Pat began thrusting again for the last few second he had and poured his throbbing black spear of destiny's contents deep inside Octotavia.
>The two moaned until it was all over.
Then Pat laid beside Octotavia and told her, "Once you go black, you ain't ever gon go back."
>She then rolled over to face him and pat her belly before looking deep into his eyes.
>"You'll take responsibility, right?"
>Pat's eyes widened in fear.
>He's felt this dread eight times before, and so he knew exactly what to do.
"Aww hell nah," he yelled as he clammered to his feet and sprinted away faster than any black man has ever reached before.
>A great hunger had swept over the land and the pony inhabitants were forced to rely on the big black man to help.
>He agreed to aide them in their plight in return for bitches and fried chicken before setting out on a great journey to see the Grand Vizier of spaghetti for some much needed sketties.
>The journey would be long and perilous but with his trusty fairy wand and companion Octotavi, the Octopus pony, he was confident he would complete it.
>Sadly Equestria had no cars for Pat to hotwire, so the two spent all day travelling on foot and when night fell, they made camp under a large tree.
>As the two of them laid down their sleeping bags Pat eyed Octotavia's booty.
"Dayyum," he called.
>"What was that?" Octotavia called back in confusion.
"Uh, I said we outta water melowns. Dis be bullshit dawg."
>Pat smacks his lips, crosses his arms in anger while hoping she wasn't cracking on to his new found motives.
>"I wasn't aware we had any watermelons with us, anyway, I'll make us some breakfast first thing in the morning."
"Aw-ight."
>Pat looks down and notices his 100% all-beef thermometer is making an appearance and panics.
>Instincts kick in from when a hoe back in the hood spoke back, so Pat began to backhand his cherry poppin' daddy with all his black fury.
>Each smack was only fueling the power inside his dribbling dragon.
>After a few minutes of a WWE:Smackdown match with his heat-seeking moisture missile, Pat gave up.
>Opting for ignoring it, maybe if he didn't pay attention, it would go away. Like those girls who tried to get child support off him.
>Pat struts on over to his sleeping bag like he was kicked in the leg by some 5 year old and the two fell asleep.
>Well, one of them did.
>Pat waited till the moon was high in the sky before making his move.
>When it was, he climbed out of his bag and under the pitch black of the night, he was given the perfect disguise as long as he kept his perfect pearly whites hidden.
>He crept out from under his sleeping bag, and over to Octavia's.
>His large lumbering form towered over her the defenseless and innocent octopony as he flashed a small grin.
>The whites of his teeth were bright enough to wake Octotavia, she looked up at Pat as he began to climb in.
>"What're we going to do in the bag, Onii-chan?" Octavia asked.
"Hush baby gurl, this gon feel great!" Pat replied.
>He gently caressed one of her tentacles, planting a light kiss with his large lips before his hand begins to trail down into his pants.
>He gribs onto his bowling ball sized testicles before placing two suction pads on either nut.
>The pads begin to create a soft, tugging sensation causing Pat to a elicit a slight whimper of pure bliss.
"Mmm, this be better dan purpal drank," Pat moaned.
>With another tentacle, she reaches up for his Black Rod of Cummingtonite and grips on tightly.
>Pat's Mr Willy Wonka now stood at full attention, ready to do a drive by on Octotavia's Land Down Under.
>But first his Slippery Love Dolphin needed to lubed up otherwise her Tuna Sock might get #rekt.
>Pat then began to chant the song of his people, "Over the lips and past the gums, open wide bitch, here I come."
>Before Octotavi has a chance to question the meaning of his rhyme, his Third arm of Justice was thrusted deeply into her mouth.
>Her muffled screams of shock and awe were drowned out by the loud mating call of Pat.
>Pat's Silly Willy's stick of mayhem used rampage.
>It was super effective.
>Pat's love and passion for his pony waifu overtook his sense of control as he began to thrust. Octotavia's tears only serving as lube.
>The Throbbing python of love's rampage and Pat's loud howls of pleasure went on through the night.
"You likin' dat gurl, yeah? Mmm. I'd give up my welfare for more poontang like this."
>Pat pulled his Eighteen inches of blunt fury out of her mouth and let it snow all over Octotavi's hair and face.
>After a few gasps for air, she found her breath and spoke up.
>"O-Okay. You got what you wanted... Let me go."
"Nuh-uh, I ain't done."
>Octotavia went into a panic and tried to scurry away.
>But as anyone who has tried to run from a mugging knew, you can't out run a black man.
>Especially one fueled with black magic.
>She makes barely ten metres before Pat is upon her, holding her down while positioning his Harry & the Hendersons for re-entry.
>Her eyes go wide in horror as she sees he wasn't lying, he wasn't done. His he-ham was still in full stance.
"You may wan' bite somthin' gurl, cause my Magic Johnson is about to get it in the net."
>A loud howl from Pat and a scream from Octotavia echoed through the fields, frightening away any creatures nearby, as Stretchy and the twins did what they did best.
>Pat thrusted hard and fast, not wasting a moment.
>Octotavia's struggles only fuel Pat's passion and increased the pleasure.
>Her tight Octopussy coiled around his Wally the one-eyed wonder wiener.
>Despite the sensation, Pat was able to concentrate on what his entire 8 years of public school education had taught him, counting to thirty.
>It was a long as he could last.
>When he reached what he thought was twenty five seconds, he started pulling out but suddenly, Octotavia coiled her tentacles around him to prevent his escape.
"W-what chu doing, bitch?" Pat squirmed and struggled but Octotavi's tentacles had sealed his escape.
>"I-I want you to... Cum deep inside my uterus, onii-chan!"
"Aww shit, you asking for it now."
>Pat began thrusting again for the last few second he had and poured his throbbing black spear of destiny's contents deep inside Octotavia.
>The two moaned until it was all over.
Then Pat laid beside Octotavia and told her, "Once you go black, you ain't ever gon go back."
>She then rolled over to face him and pat her belly before looking deep into his eyes.
>"You'll take responsibility, right?"
>Pat's eyes widened in fear.
>He's felt this dread eight times before, and so he knew exactly what to do.
"Aww hell nah," he yelled as he clammered to his feet and sprinted away faster than any black man has ever reached before.