Post by madd on Jul 1, 2006 16:16:44 GMT -5
Name: Orgasm
Age: 4 years
Breed: Shetland Pony
Lineage: Trucker and Bar Hag
Height: 39 Inches
Sex: Male/Stallion
Children: If he's had any, he ate them. I'm sure of it o.O
Place Of Birth: Way north in Michigan, in the middle of nowhere. In a stall someplace.
Physical Characteristics: Orgasm is a stocky little Shetland Pony, standing 39 inches tall. The patten on him looks like an angry abstract painting, an off-white color attacked and mauled by great globs of tawny brown. The only exception would be the case of his eye and a spot on his flank, which is a dark umber, almost black hue. His mane lays in a messy mop atop his head and neck, a dirty white color with hints of gray toward the tips. His tail follows in the same fashion.
Personality: Steadfast and unwilling to give up are a few traits Orgasm uses within his everyday life. Though flamboyantly homosexual and devious, he is often turned down because of the incompatible size difference.
Sample Post:
"Daddy, Daddy, look at meee!", the girls voice screeched and echoed through Orgasms ears, which swiveled wildly and laid flat against his skull. The next two steps he took, he pounded his hooves into the ground, expressing to the moron running the Pony Coral his utmost irritation.
Orgasm was a generally likable pony; he was successful, intelligent, and unbreakable. He just didn't like kids.
With every step, the girls sandaled feet jabbed into his ribs, but Orgasm continued stepping slowly around the pen. Only three more laps left, he needed something to occupy himself.
Silver was prancing in the pen next to him; he looked fine. 14 hands of dapple gray stallion. Orgasm swung his head in that direction and let out a soft whinny. He saw Silver respond before Moron jerked the lead rope and pulled Orgasm back into trotting mindset.
Good boy. Obedient and caring.
The girl continued fidgeting. What is it with them and fidgeting? She was even more unstable then we had started walking around the coral. The girl now lolled around on his back like a sack of elephant puke.
"Daddy, I want to get offff," the girl pleaded and whined.
Daddy adjusted his camera and snapped another picture. "Just one more time around, sweetheart. I'll take a few more pictures with you and the horsie, and then we're gonna send them to Grandma, and Grandpa, and Aunt Judy. How does that sound?" He smiled the smile of a devious used car sale man.
"I want to get off it!"
"One more ti--"
"NOW!! NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW!"
With the command toward her idiot father, her bony ankle came up and lunged into his ribcage. Orgasm began walking funny, trying to slide the little bitch off his back.
The girl continually demanded to be let off, and the father continued to hem and haw around. Moran had his Ipod turned up full blast, and Orgasm knew he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention.
They came to the end, and Orgasm's sides hurt horribly. The girl practically jumped off his back and continued shouting.
"I WANTED TO GET DOWN AND YOU WOULDN'T LET ME. I HATE YOU. I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A TRUCK, YOU BASTARD."
The father recoiled. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I paid for ten times around the little pen. And look at the pictures we got? That would make a nice Christmas Card, wouldn't it Princess?"
And as Orgasm predicted, the Girl pouted and threw a tantrum until she was promised Ice Cream and a trip to the movies.
Orgasm heard Silver's broken neigh, and is he was laughing at him. His brown eyes sparkled with glee as he watched Orgasm stretch himself out and hang his head tiredly.
Orgasm turned to him.
"This is why I don't like working with the public."
Age: 4 years
Breed: Shetland Pony
Lineage: Trucker and Bar Hag
Height: 39 Inches
Sex: Male/Stallion
Children: If he's had any, he ate them. I'm sure of it o.O
Place Of Birth: Way north in Michigan, in the middle of nowhere. In a stall someplace.
Physical Characteristics: Orgasm is a stocky little Shetland Pony, standing 39 inches tall. The patten on him looks like an angry abstract painting, an off-white color attacked and mauled by great globs of tawny brown. The only exception would be the case of his eye and a spot on his flank, which is a dark umber, almost black hue. His mane lays in a messy mop atop his head and neck, a dirty white color with hints of gray toward the tips. His tail follows in the same fashion.
Personality: Steadfast and unwilling to give up are a few traits Orgasm uses within his everyday life. Though flamboyantly homosexual and devious, he is often turned down because of the incompatible size difference.
Sample Post:
"Daddy, Daddy, look at meee!", the girls voice screeched and echoed through Orgasms ears, which swiveled wildly and laid flat against his skull. The next two steps he took, he pounded his hooves into the ground, expressing to the moron running the Pony Coral his utmost irritation.
Orgasm was a generally likable pony; he was successful, intelligent, and unbreakable. He just didn't like kids.
With every step, the girls sandaled feet jabbed into his ribs, but Orgasm continued stepping slowly around the pen. Only three more laps left, he needed something to occupy himself.
Silver was prancing in the pen next to him; he looked fine. 14 hands of dapple gray stallion. Orgasm swung his head in that direction and let out a soft whinny. He saw Silver respond before Moron jerked the lead rope and pulled Orgasm back into trotting mindset.
Good boy. Obedient and caring.
The girl continued fidgeting. What is it with them and fidgeting? She was even more unstable then we had started walking around the coral. The girl now lolled around on his back like a sack of elephant puke.
"Daddy, I want to get offff," the girl pleaded and whined.
Daddy adjusted his camera and snapped another picture. "Just one more time around, sweetheart. I'll take a few more pictures with you and the horsie, and then we're gonna send them to Grandma, and Grandpa, and Aunt Judy. How does that sound?" He smiled the smile of a devious used car sale man.
"I want to get off it!"
"One more ti--"
"NOW!! NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW!"
With the command toward her idiot father, her bony ankle came up and lunged into his ribcage. Orgasm began walking funny, trying to slide the little bitch off his back.
The girl continually demanded to be let off, and the father continued to hem and haw around. Moran had his Ipod turned up full blast, and Orgasm knew he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention.
They came to the end, and Orgasm's sides hurt horribly. The girl practically jumped off his back and continued shouting.
"I WANTED TO GET DOWN AND YOU WOULDN'T LET ME. I HATE YOU. I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A TRUCK, YOU BASTARD."
The father recoiled. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I paid for ten times around the little pen. And look at the pictures we got? That would make a nice Christmas Card, wouldn't it Princess?"
And as Orgasm predicted, the Girl pouted and threw a tantrum until she was promised Ice Cream and a trip to the movies.
Orgasm heard Silver's broken neigh, and is he was laughing at him. His brown eyes sparkled with glee as he watched Orgasm stretch himself out and hang his head tiredly.
Orgasm turned to him.
"This is why I don't like working with the public."
