89Oh my god. I'm sorry for the late updates you guys. I was too busy getting my hormone therapy and getting my license for gorilla warfare. But anyway, here's your update.
Gunnery Lt. Colonel Commander Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker woke up covered in black person bodily fluids and mare juice.
Next to him, sleeping soundly, was Brock Obam, the Black Prez Primarch, Andrea Dworkin, an empowered fem'nyst, Princess Celestia, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Sonichu, Elliot Rodgers, the Supreme Gentleman, and, Benjamin Netanyahu. They were sleeping soundly, knowing that they were all protected from Nazi White Nazi Supremacists by Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker and his twin light saber katanas.
He had impressed them with his mighty powers from yesterday's battle. Upon seeing the great avenger, all the Nazis left, knowing that they were already beaten by a perfect warrior of equality and SOCIAL JUSTICE. "You're already dead," Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker said and then he RATATATATATAATTATATA the Nazi battle barge and it exploded into dozen pieces from his Jedi fists of fureh.
The only sad part was that Dolph Hitlor, primarch of the Nazi space marines managed to escapings, thus making Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker victory not as greatness.
And then he had orgy with black person space marines. It was awesome. The orgy was non-violent and a celebration of diversity. It was filled with non-microaggression, watermelons and fried chicken. There was also taco and burritos from the local Mexican Imperial Guard regiment, the les honhonhonhon je ne parlez pas francais regiment.
"Eh man," the Mexican commissar asked, "you want some taco with your landscaping, man? Ora le. Viva La Raza. Le Cucaracha. Le Cucaracha."
"No, I want cultural enrichment," said Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker and he had happy love time cultural enrichment with crazy Gonzales, the mighty Mexican drug lord shit lord, turning the black person cultural enrichment into black-hispanic love time.
Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker looked up at the ceiling from his bed. On his chest were several tattoos, including a tolerance swastika and sun goku's face in super saiyan mode. Beneath the sheets his 14.88 inches long HONOR was still throbbing from yesterday's teeheehee party.
He was tired from last night's exertions. After saving all the black people and POC's from the White Nazi Supremacists of Dolph Hitlor, like a great white messiah, all of the victims of oppression rewarded their great white messiah with happy fun time cultural enrichment, and Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker gladly accepted, for happy fun time cultural enrichment led to freedom from white privilege and delicious bodily fluids.
All night long, Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker felt the joys of cultural enrichment as black space marine after black space marine inserted their heavy black bolters into his thermal exhaust port, relieving him of the evils of h'wite heteronormativity by expressing within him the post-modernist powers of their persons of colorness. Dozens of Black Star Fighters flew bombing missions against Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker's ion cannons, causing it to spew forth its white gooey beams, which in turn caused the small gaps in his thermal exhaust port to widen over 9000 times, as their powerful torpedos entered into the Port hour after hour.
But Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker liked it, and he rewarded them with buckets of Watermelon flavored fried chickens and screams of "MOOOOAAAARR."
As he thought about his cultural enrichment with the black space marines, Princess Celestia began to tremble next to him, and Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker looked at her with KAWAII, his beautiful golden hair and cerulean blue eyes shining and glittering in the early sunlight, both of which he inherited from his Japanese princess mother because he was quarter Japanese Samurai, and everyone knows Japanese are blond and blue eyed.
Carefully, he reached over the sleeping black person, Brock Obam and Jewish Feminist intellectual Andrea Dworkin, to caress the distressed horse female, and princess Celestia said, "Neeiiiigh. Where do you think you are motherfucker?"
"We are in bed, making love with multiple people."
"Oh, I-I almost forgot." And princess Celestia cried, mascara falling through her horse cheeks. Princess Celestia colored her original rainbow hair hair with dark hair dyes and dark eye shadows, because she was goth and deep, and she has read Sartre, so she's totally like intellectual and shit.
"What's wrong pretty sun horse?"
"I can't," she cried and her tears were also MOE as fwark.
"G-go on you can t-tell me," he whispered lovingly.
"Oh Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker. I... I have penis in my vagina and tentacle in my anus."
"What?" Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker asked in surprise.
"It's true. Look." Lo and behold a might HONOR sprang forth from Princess Celestia's tender vajayjay, while horse tentacles erupted from her back passage.
Where did cocks come from? He thinking, because he was subtle like chess player, because shess players are smart. He blushed at sight of twirling horse cocks. They were filled with honor.
"Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker, I was afraid you would hate me. I thought all humans are bigots racist xenophobia, except Muslims, Jews, Blacks, Latinos and a few Asians. I thought you know like non-heteronormatives like me."
"No, not all humans are xenophobia."
"I know that now. Will you let me culturally enrich you?"
"I would be honored."
Princess Celestia's enormous horse Pipi entered into Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker's backpassage. It went in with an ahhhhhhh. While her anal Tentacles entered into his mouth. The two appendages went in deeper and deeper until they connected somewhere in Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker's tummy tum tums, and then Princess Celestia began to pump him with a different kind of mare juice.
Twilight Sparkle and black persons saw this, and they began fapping furiously. Brock Obam and Andrea Dworking woke up between Celestia and Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker and saw the enrichment, and they were amazed by it. It was so beautiful, so they asked Twilight Sparkle if she too had pingas in her vajayjay, and she said yes, and her pipi enriched Brock Obam and Jewish feminist empowerment woman.
And then...
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Futa fun partaaaaay. Pinkie Pie appeared and began singing this happy song.
Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa Futa
Seven steps of cuckolding.
After they were finished, Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker relaxed and played the greatest game of all time, Call of Duty and together with black people, mexicans, jews and hermaphrodite horses, they had danced, sing and played with cuddly bear ewoks who resembled underaged children, just like in the ending of Return of the Jedi.
However, not all was well in the universe, for in Terra, in the Imperial Palace, something dark, evil, racist and bigoted was rising.
No one knew the true identity of teh Emprah. To most imperial nazi, fascist citizens, he was simply known as the Emprah, but the Primarchs know who he is, and Dolph Hitlor was a primarch.
Hitlor approached the imperial palace, past the naked, sweaty, muscular, oily, handsome, well built, erotic, manly, throbbing custodes who guarded it, who also happen to be busy oiling each other in glorious man-on-man camaraderie. No homo.
Dolph Hitlor walked on. He was an image of hate. On his breast plate was the word "HATE" in capital letters. On his forhead was the ancient ARYAN symbol 1488. After their defeat by Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker, Dolph Hitlor decided to rename his legion as "The Oven Masters," but Brother Captain George "the Zimzam" Zimmerman argued that they should call it "The Lampshades." In the end, they simply decided to call it the "Ovens and Lampshades Legion" because they enjoy making ovens and lampshades. Because Nazi.
They stood in front of the God Emprah himself who lay inside teh palace, sleeping and watching over the Astronomican. In the end, he stirred and he looked upon Dolph Hitlor with pleasure.
"Ze Chosen One hus comt from ze galaxy far far away und attacked us, mein Kaiser," Dolph Hitlor said, referring to Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker. "Ze end zeit ist upon uz."
"Yeeeeeeessss... So the time has come at last" The Emprah answered. "But He does not yet know that his story will have a plot twist at the end of this story."
"So vat shall ve do, mein Emprah?"
"Don't worry, Hitlor," the evil oppressive white male shitlord answered. "I have a plan! I will summon a mighty champion to defeat the Chosen One, and we will laugh maniacally afterwards, but he will defeat our champion, only to fight you and me instead, but we will defeat and in the moment of his defeat we will reveal a plot twist and he will say: 'Nooooooooooooo. It's not truth' But we will say 'What a twist!' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Laughed the emprah, because he was evil genius.
"Hahahahahaha" laughed Hitlor, while drinking the blood of Jewish babies
"Hahahahahahaha" laughed Zimmerman, while eating skittles.
From his throne, the Emperor then harnessed his powers to create a champion that can kill Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker.
No one knows the real name of the God Emperor. He's had numerous names over the aeons, but among his many names are:
"The One Man Klan"
"The Walking Holocaust"
"The One Man Auschwitz"
"The Racial Pain Hurricane"
"The Aryan Vs. Predator"
"The 14/88 BLAZE IT"
However, the God Emperor's true name was more terrible than these labels, and when uttered it shook all goodness in existence.
"Come my child and perform your evil, racist duty for me. It is I, your master, Ben..." The God Emperor said his name in order to summon the dark, evil space marine to vanquish Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker.
Somewhere out in speez, a warphole erupted through the anus of the galaxy, and from it emerged a powerful Nazi space marine. He was naked and his evil Nazi pipi was twirling around and around like a chopper. His nose was covered in warp dust, while his old man skin was peeling away in the coldness of space.
On his body were tattoos of evil white, supremacist organizations, like UKIP and the Republican Party. On the left cheek of his buttock was the image of Ron Paul, while on the right was the image of Donald Trump, both of whom are the most evil h'wite people in the universe.
His flabby old man titties were also covered in various swastikas and tattoos, including Games Workshop's logo and a signed signature of the greatest human being alive ever, Matt Ward.
Nazi Aryan fire ignited his eyes as he became aware of his master's call.
"Master! I have heard your call. KAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLGOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR DDDDDDDRRRAAAAAAAAIGGGGGGGGGOOO cooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmeeees!"
Dumdumdum...
"I feel a disturbance in the Force," Shepard Price Mactavish Skywalker said, while being culturally enriched by Princess Celestia's horse beenish tentacles. "Oh wait, those are just my testacles. I think one of them fell off. Never mind. Keep going."