>"Now listen here Anon, you sum of a bitch, you think you can just get my daughter pregnant and walk away, hell no"
>"Now the way I see it you got two choices, A: You can spend the rest of your life with my daughter and no one else, helping raise my granddaughter or B: You can spend the last few moments of your life looking down the barrel of my shotgun"
>"So what's it gonna be?"
Shotgun, please.
I'll choose a much better pony next time.
>>26102828
i'm gonna have to go with B
>>26102828
Option C.
>>26102828
You think I would stick it on your whore of a daughter? I'd rather shove my dick into Tirek's mouth.
>>26102828
>you sum of a bitch
God damnit. Use colloquialisms properly.
>sumbitch
>son of a bitch
Pick one.
>>26102851
Sounds like a B to me
>>26102871
It's probably more of an O
>>26102828
I chose option....fUCK YOOOUUUU
>How do you know it's a granddaughter it could be a grandson for all you know. Second you don't have hands in order to use said shotgun. Third I was planning on marrying Rarity anyway I just can't figure out the right time to tell her. And lastly The only people I take orders from is Rarity and Tom Selleck, You may have the Stashe but you aren't Tom Selleck.
>>26103258
>Rarity
You picked the wrong daughter, Anon.
>>26102828
I'll go with option Axe.
>>26102828
Alright Tom Selek horse. I'll marry Sweetie Belle.
He's from Pony Alaska, not Pony Alabama
>>26102828
we arent even the same species how would it even be possible for me to get her pregnant? Are you saying she cheated on me?
>>26103258
>hands in order to use said shotgun
Magic can pull a trigger just fine.
>>26103561
>You reach behind you and pull your zombiekillerâ„¢ throwing axe out of its sheath
>you quickly cuck it at his face with a loud reee
>he tires to duck
>unbeknowst to him you weren't aiming for his face
>axe hist the ground between his front hooves
>he smirks at you
>"you cant even throw like a real man, anon"
>you smirk back
>COD.jpg
>axe bounces off the ground, twirls clockwise on the way up and the axe connects
>he looks at you in shock and then down at his nethers
>you laugh
"No Balls!" >you say
>he falls over in pain
>victory teabag time
>marrying Rarity
Yes please.
>>26102828
"Mag, you're drunk."
>"No I'm not!"
"Yeah, you are. We've done this bi weekly for the past two years."
>"Nuh uh."
"Yeah huh. Your grand kid is going on three. Look, here's a picture of you and her at Breezie World."
>"... Who the fuck is that?"
"You and my kid."
>"... Oh. WAIT! Then why were you leaving, huh?!"
"We're out of milk!"
>"Nuh uh! Mares make milk!"
"Okay, I'm calling your wife to pick you up. Just stay here."
>"WHERE YOU GOING?!"
>>26102828
"So what you're saying is you want me to relentlessly plow your younger, much hotter daughter every night; just keep pumping her every orifice filled to the brim with my seed until it's the only taste, smell and feeling she knows; to reduce her to a quivering, over-stimulated, damn-near euphoric mess on a daily basis; to make it so she can't even preform simple chores out of the house without ponies noticing the trail of my semen oozing out of her over-used, bruised and abused mare-hood; is that what you're telling me?"