“I’m not the one,” You say aloud, “I’m not worthy.” You snap out of your trance. This is a manifestation of a higher power. It must be mistaken. You can’t possibly be the chosen one. The entire sky darkens, a rumbling sound fills the sky as pitch black storm clouds form a funnel down to your apartment building. It begins to thunder and lightning, and rain begins falling in thick sheets all around you. You see the cloud rotating slightly, it’s hanging only about a foot from your massive cock. It hesitated for a second, “Are you sure?”a deep, set soothing, feminine voice echoes in your head. “You could be my princess. All your desires fulfilled. No one would ever bother you again.”
“Yes,”you respond. The cloud funnel then plunges onto your dick, and you hear, above the thunder and lightning, a horrible sucking sound. Then, with a flash of blinding, white light, and a thin spurt of watery jizz, your gift vanishes. The sky clears slowly, and next to you, you notice a gigantic, flesh-colored dildo, in the shape of a horse penis. It looks lifelike, as if it were just pulled right out of the internet, it glistens in the rain, and you immediately know who it’s from. You now notice there’s a note on it, written in the most beautiful Cursive. It reads, “In case you change your mind.”
The End
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