Th- *pant* thank… you…
If yuh’re made of magic~!
Or your name is Mythic~
Then yes! Eheheehee~ <3
Otherwise, not contagious~
Jus’ don’ try t’ magic me fuh too long~ ;)
*The Avenger’s comment is the final straw. Nightmare Moon’s self control shatters, and she cries out…*
AHN~ YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS~
*Nightmare Moon is hit by five orgasms in quick succession. She is now lying on the floor, gasping and panting, a small puddle beginning to form behind her. Still, her self-control remains just strong enough not to cry out. Yet…*
*Sigh.* We’ll send some pegasi to go get it down.
…Oddly, at the moment. *She blushes.* We’re not sure if We can bring Ourselves to discuss it with you, Doctor.
Ni-gggh. *Nightmare Moon drops to her knees, her self control waning…*
Corruption? So it isn’t a virus?
Is it contagious?
*The Hounds feed once again. If things continue to go this way, they will become fat upon the souls of those too unsubtle to work the phrase ‘your name’ into a casual sentence.*
*Before the anon can speak, its soul is ripped apart and devoured by the Hounds of Tindalos. Only those infused with Pink energy may safely breach the fourth wall and read the narration.*
