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Prince Blueblood/Trash Can

They were alone now, and he found himself entranced by her majestic shiny black coat. Blueblood slid into her, her smooth wrinkled folds receiving the large stallion. She enveloped him, caressed him, held him deep within her. He sighed in ecstasy, inhaling her wonderful fishy smell...


Celestia smiled. The griffon ambassadors would be arriving soon, and the conference room looked great. Suddenly however, a trash can in the corner began to shake and moan. Celestia groaned. Not again. She trotted over and looked down into it.

''Out,'' she commanded.

''But auntieeeeeee,'' Blueblood pleaded.

''Out,'' she repeated. ''Now.''

''Spoilsport,'' he muttered.

Author's Note:


When I mentioned her smooth wrinkled folds, what did you think I was talking about? :trixieshiftright:


Alternate titles: Prince Blueblood/Rubbish Bin, Prince Blueblood/Waste Basket, Prince Blueblood/Trash Receptacle, and Prince Blueblood/Garbage Pail (Kids?)

I'll go down with my ship!

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