Foalcon Debate By: Blobskin Contains: Anon, Applebloom, macro, foalcon, but nothing happens Version: 1 --- "I wish for a giant pony to sit on me," Anon declared proudly. The green-skinned genie stroked his white beard thoughtfully as he gazed up at seemingly nothing. Then his golden eyes flashed. "Hmm, there seems to be an issue," he mumbled. Anon's grin faded as he regarded the genie with a touch of frustration. "What do you mean? You're a genie, I made a wish. Seems pretty straight forward to me." "Yes," the old man with clouds for legs droned. "But there are limits, rules if you will. For example, I can't make anyone fall in love with you." "I'm not asking for love," Anon scoffed. "I'm asking for sex. Lust." "Same thing," the genie sighed with a roll of his eyes. "I cannot violate the free will of any sentient creature." There was a moment of silence between them. "You mean, you have to get permission from... somepony before you can summon them to sit on me?" "Yes." "And... you can't?" "No. I found a pony who is willing." Anon blinked in confusion. "Then there is no problem. I'm not picky. Let's go!" The genie continued to hesitate. "The only pony in all of Equestria interested in your... fantasy, is Applebloom. Who is a foal. A child." Another short moment of silence passed between them before Anon shrugged. "So?" The genie's expression turned sour. "You disgusting pervert." Anon snorted. "What? I want a giant pony ass to crush me. I don't care whose ass it is." "C-H-I-L-D," the genie spelled. Anon crossed his arms defiantly. "Applebloom is a cartoon. A fictional creature from a tv show. I'm not asking for REAL children or selling crack on the side of the road." "Yeah, you start with cartoons, but eventually that won't be enough. You'll grow bored of the imaginary eventually and become a monster later." Anon rolled his eyes. "Sure, 'gateway drugs' and all that," he said sarcastically. "The stuff that didn't happen until AFTER the drug addicts had been locked up, released, pinned with a record that prevented them from getting a normal job ever again so they drowned their ruined lives in every chemical emotion they could find? An entire generation of homeless and druggies created by the paranoid label of 'gateway drugs'. A self-fulfilling prophecy. I'm not asking you for a child sex slave, I just want you to summon a pastel pony who towers over me who will sit on me for a bit." The genie thought about Anon's word for a bit. But didn't seem to buy them. "Sex and drugs are not the same thing." Anon growled. "Yes they are. Chemicals that screw with your brain for pleasure or otherwise. Now will you grant my wish or not?" The genie sighed in defeat. "You are my master. Your sick perverted wish... is my command." With that, he crossed his arms and gave his head a quick flick. There was a sound like a bell ringing and then Applebloom was there, casting her shadow over little Anon. The human gasped in shock at her sudden appearance, stepping back as he tried to take in the view of the enormous pony. The yellow filly grinned down at the little human in return. They were both eager for some good... twisted fun... --- --- --- [i]Author's Note: Honestly, I think I made my point about foalcon. I, personally, don't understand the attraction. Then again macrophilia doesn't make much sense and I like that. But I also recognize that cartoon ponies ARE NOT REAL. So I can't find myself caring much about the argument. Once somebody ACTUALLY starts touching children, raping animals, or something else that is a REAL crime, then I'll care. If there is no victim, there is no crime. And if a crime has actually been committed, call the cops. Otherwise? Shut up. That's my motto.[/i]