Last Friday Night

by Willow Arqueiro


Uh-oh

15 Minute Challenge

Prompt; Ist Person, Young Policemen, 2075, and a talking bomb.

The young Sun guard, Babbling Brooks, sighed contentedly. It was my break and my hoof had a date.
My modern armor clinked as I trotted down the sterile hallway. My communicator beeped on my forearm but I ignored it.
I made way to the bathroom, determined to make the most of my break.
I found an empty stall and sat on the brand new toilet, quickly getting comfortable.
"Ah," I said aloud, "Just me, my hoof, and my manhood."
I reached down to my crotch and felt the cold rod between my legs.
Wait, cold rod? I thought to myself. Panic began to set in as I hurriedly pulled my armored trousers to y ankles.
"What the fuck?!?!?" I screamed.
I reached hoof to touched the metallic cylindrical rod between my legs. It was shaped like my manhood and moved like it, explaining why I didn't notice it until now.
I inspected the faux cock, turning it this way and that. I turned it nearly full around and noticed a small screen with a clock slowly ticking down.
"The fuck?" I asked my dick.
"I am the brand new dick bomb developed by the terrorist group in 2075," said the penis through the hole in the top.
"Holy shit!!" I screamed.
"Hey, any chance we could get laid in the ten seconds before I blow?" it asked.




A/N Hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!

Please note, nothing can be held against this author for I'm am quite literally bleeding out of the back of my head as I write this author's note.