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// Uh-oh 
// Story: Last Friday Night 
// by Willow Arqueiro 
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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.