Having just returned home from school, David was looking forward to wasting away in front of the computer that he called his own. He has been working relentlessly to fill it with as much pornographic material as possible. He indulged himself in nothing other than torrenting gigabytes of porn whenever he had some off-time. Though he was aware that his hobbies are not typical for a child of his stature, he took great pride in his endeavors and was stubbornly determined to complete his life's goal, free of self-conscious and free from any sense of moral or ethical code.

"Shit, at this rate, I'm gonna have to get a bigger hard drive. I need to make sure to leave some room for pirating games."

He was clicking around a bit on Equestria After Dark, looking for the most optimum clop material, when his door suddenly flew open with a THUNK. There in the doorway stood a chubby, stocking-equipped, Britfag, arms fully stocked with cheese nips, RC cola, several bags of chips, and a fishbowl filled with otter pops. His bum was still stained with the after burn of marinara, his ankles still dowsed in the sauce.

"Holy shit, you're me."

"Sorry about hoggin' on so much of your food, mate. I was hungry, and-" but before he could finish, his face was met with the spandex of David's underpants. His throbbing penis naturally coiled itself around the flabby waist that belonged to the boy in the doorway. Something about it just seemed so right, so sublime, that without an ounce of attentive thought, David was indulged into a state of ecstasy. Victim to the sensual situation at hand, the stranger began to lose his grip on what was and what was not, as well. The zipper holding his denim jeans together stood no chance, for his raging baby batter blaster could be bound by no mortal object. Without any hesitation, the two of them transcended logical processing and let their most instinctual reflexes take over. The love they made was unparalleled by all that was and will ever be made. The spaghetti flew free, that night.