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“Well, Pony? How about it?” I had my dick out of my heart-covered boxers and I waggled it at him.
Prepotente looked at me contemptuously. “Please, Carl, do not be ridiculous. I am far too busy to engage in your shenanigans. And don’t call me by my special name!” With that, he climbed atop Bianca and flew away.
I tucked my dick back into my boxers and looked over at Donut, sitting a few yards away licking her paw. “I told you so, Carl. What did I say?” she scoffed. “You owe me 1 gold.” As I flipped her the coin, she said scornfully, “We have got to get you a girlfriend.”
The End