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March 15, 1010, 0100
King Gomez Mawkonnen of the House Clawoman of the Clawomonic Dynasty was deep inside a beautiful white-haired pony, her long hair spilling over her shoulders before the black cat King of Abyssinia gripped her hair into a ball, jerked her head back, and sloppily kissed her from behind. Equestrian ponies were the biggest sluts, King Mawkonnen thought, before noise of the door opening overtook him. His son, the Crown Prince, stood at the door. King Mawkonnen continued his pace in the pony as he demanded to know why he had been disturbed.
>"Father, the war against Maregypt, it has begun. General Meow has launched a full-scale offensive to seize Manedelusia."
The Crown Prince kept his gaze away from his father's flagrant violation of his vows to the Crown Prince's mother and queen of Abyssinia. King Mawkonnen was the absolute ruler of the land, after all. There were, of course, the rumors that he had a whole stable of prosts on the side, and that occasionally dead ponies and zebras would quietly dragged from the palace by royal guards and fed to the pigs. The Crown Prince pushed those dark thoughts to the side. There were more important matters to deal with than dead ponies.
>"How many divisions are part of the offensive?"
King Mawkonnen inquired, before clawing the back of the pony he now rid, causing her to emit a loud noise.
>"Thirteen divisions to Maregypt's eight, father."
King Mawkonnen simply nodded before signaling to his son to leave him to the pony. The King had long learned that while "friendship is magic" is hardly true in Abyssinia, where friendship simply can lead to betrayal, spilling one's seed in a slutty pony is a kind of magic of its own.
