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"Fat bottom giiiiirls, you make the rockin' world go rouuuund!!"
The drunken fairy whistled and sang, his voice resonantly off-key. He was flying on comically small green wings, spotted by the faithful warthog steed who waited obediently to catch his bumbling master. Don't drink and fly, they always said - well damn them all to heck, would he show them wrong!
He drank from his acorn flask and whistled and flew and before he knew it, he collided with a fantastically soft equine rump.
Oh lordy loo did that feel good.
"Baby got back," the fairy purred appreciatively as he nuzzled the mare's tail, a long trail of drool leaking from his half open mouth. "Hubba hubba." With a mournful sigh he released the heavenly ass, buzzing up to see exactly who he had fallen in love with today.
She was hot. And oddly familiar. But his brain was buzzing from fermented fruit, and her rump was so succulent and enormous. "Big girl, you are beautiful." The warthog snorted from below, something about the stupidity of its master, and the fairy looked up to glare at his steed. It was then that he caught sight of the painted twins. And remembered that one happy birth way back when. It was that MILF.
He grinned.
"What a lovely day to see such a gorgeous family. Tell me, sweetheart, where's your little boyfriend today? Not man e'nuff for ya?" The fairy puffed out his chest impressively, and his beer gut bounced in the sky. As for what would come next - well, maybe the little kids ought to leave at this point. Wouldn't want to corrupt them too badly.
The drunken fairy whistled and sang, his voice resonantly off-key. He was flying on comically small green wings, spotted by the faithful warthog steed who waited obediently to catch his bumbling master. Don't drink and fly, they always said - well damn them all to heck, would he show them wrong!
He drank from his acorn flask and whistled and flew and before he knew it, he collided with a fantastically soft equine rump.
Oh lordy loo did that feel good.
"Baby got back," the fairy purred appreciatively as he nuzzled the mare's tail, a long trail of drool leaking from his half open mouth. "Hubba hubba." With a mournful sigh he released the heavenly ass, buzzing up to see exactly who he had fallen in love with today.
She was hot. And oddly familiar. But his brain was buzzing from fermented fruit, and her rump was so succulent and enormous. "Big girl, you are beautiful." The warthog snorted from below, something about the stupidity of its master, and the fairy looked up to glare at his steed. It was then that he caught sight of the painted twins. And remembered that one happy birth way back when. It was that MILF.
He grinned.
"What a lovely day to see such a gorgeous family. Tell me, sweetheart, where's your little boyfriend today? Not man e'nuff for ya?" The fairy puffed out his chest impressively, and his beer gut bounced in the sky. As for what would come next - well, maybe the little kids ought to leave at this point. Wouldn't want to corrupt them too badly.
