The curtains fell,
revealing a fat chigga.
He donned a cape, he could open portals into fantasy sex dungeons, he claimed he had an auto-cum mod built-in to his dick, most importantly, he was virgin.
"You... are clearly n o t the Sex God," said Nar in disgust.
"I'm Ned," said Ned.
"Yeah, you're definitely Ned," said Twilight.
"He even looks like a Ned," Nar giggled.
"He looks like an unsexy sussy amogus impasta!," announced the royal ball-scratcher, "Enslave the sus impasta and lock him in the BDSM cage!"
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Just then, a stream of Lean came gushing through the air into the Phallace courtroom, a sexy man with a heart cut in his hair came floating on top of it.
"It is Him," said the royal ball-scratcher, "Erect as ever, He is back!"
"LEAN!!," screamed Nar as she jumped into the stream and drank from it in a wild frenzy.
Twilight Sparkle fell in uncontrollable orgasm just at the sight of the Sex God.
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"Finally, a worthy opponent," said the Sex God looking at Ned from head to toe.
Ned stood still, his fake dick fell through his pants, "No sir, you mistake me for... uhh- I'm just here cuz I mysteriously grew a tattoo on my tummy with your sign on it..."
Twilight struggled to say anything, Nar yelled through the Lean,"DID YOU SIGN IN HER PUSSY TOO? YOU WENT IN THERE AND YOU-"
"Hush," said Twilight,"Uhhh- so mister, as she's said already... I have the same problem... would you have something to do with this?"
"W e t ," whispered the Sex God.
