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You go into plague expecting meat and sickness
But instead you find meat... gym?
You look around, every thing is occupied. There are many ripped mirror dragons, all of them coughing and sneezing as they work out. There are no walls, no shelter, its just meat equipment and BONES.
You walk down, hearing YMCA by The Village People playing ominously throughout the plagued lands. The ground squelches under you, perhaps from sweat, perhaps from some surprise liquid.
None the less you continue past rows of dragons who vary in size and muscle mass, some are very muscly while others are just toothpicks in comparison.
In the distance you hear grunting. You make your way over, lost in a haze of absolute confusion. Your eyes then behold the *wondrous* sight of plaguebringer on a mince-meat yoga mat, doing some push ups.
The putsuls on her body stick out far, they are being pushed away by the sheer muscle mass on the meaty dragoness. Her arms are twice the size they should be, her skin is clearly not enjoying housing so many meaty bits.
She turns to you mid-pushup, you lock gazes. You feel dead inside, while she looks as alive and content as ever.
But instead you find meat... gym?
You look around, every thing is occupied. There are many ripped mirror dragons, all of them coughing and sneezing as they work out. There are no walls, no shelter, its just meat equipment and BONES.
You walk down, hearing YMCA by The Village People playing ominously throughout the plagued lands. The ground squelches under you, perhaps from sweat, perhaps from some surprise liquid.
None the less you continue past rows of dragons who vary in size and muscle mass, some are very muscly while others are just toothpicks in comparison.
In the distance you hear grunting. You make your way over, lost in a haze of absolute confusion. Your eyes then behold the *wondrous* sight of plaguebringer on a mince-meat yoga mat, doing some push ups.
The putsuls on her body stick out far, they are being pushed away by the sheer muscle mass on the meaty dragoness. Her arms are twice the size they should be, her skin is clearly not enjoying housing so many meaty bits.
She turns to you mid-pushup, you lock gazes. You feel dead inside, while she looks as alive and content as ever.
“No pain No gain”
You go into plague expecting meat and sickness
But instead you find meat... gym?
You look around, every thing is occupied. There are many ripped mirror dragons, all of them coughing and sneezing as they work out. There are no walls, no shelter, its just meat equipment and BONES.
You walk down, hearing YMCA by The Village People playing ominously throughout the plagued lands. The ground squelches under you, perhaps from sweat, perhaps from some surprise liquid.
None the less you continue past rows of dragons who vary in size and muscle mass, some are very muscly while others are just toothpicks in comparison.
In the distance you hear grunting. You make your way over, lost in a haze of absolute confusion. Your eyes then behold the *wondrous* sight of plaguebringer on a mince-meat yoga mat, doing some push ups.
The putsuls on her body stick out far, they are being pushed away by the sheer muscle mass on the meaty dragoness. Her arms are twice the size they should be, her skin is clearly not enjoying housing so many meaty bits.
She turns to you mid-pushup, you lock gazes. You feel dead inside, while she looks as alive and content as ever.
But instead you find meat... gym?
You look around, every thing is occupied. There are many ripped mirror dragons, all of them coughing and sneezing as they work out. There are no walls, no shelter, its just meat equipment and BONES.
You walk down, hearing YMCA by The Village People playing ominously throughout the plagued lands. The ground squelches under you, perhaps from sweat, perhaps from some surprise liquid.
None the less you continue past rows of dragons who vary in size and muscle mass, some are very muscly while others are just toothpicks in comparison.
In the distance you hear grunting. You make your way over, lost in a haze of absolute confusion. Your eyes then behold the *wondrous* sight of plaguebringer on a mince-meat yoga mat, doing some push ups.
The putsuls on her body stick out far, they are being pushed away by the sheer muscle mass on the meaty dragoness. Her arms are twice the size they should be, her skin is clearly not enjoying housing so many meaty bits.
She turns to you mid-pushup, you lock gazes. You feel dead inside, while she looks as alive and content as ever.
“No pain No gain”
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Suffer more :) 
[quote name="PeacefulPyro" date="2021-03-03 23:40:25" ]
You go into plague expecting meat and sickness
But instead you find meat... gym?
You look around, every thing is occupied. There are many ripped mirror dragons, all of them coughing and sneezing as they work out. There are no walls, no shelter, its just meat equipment and BONES.
You walk down, hearing YMCA by The Village People playing ominously throughout the plagued lands. The ground squelches under you, perhaps from sweat, perhaps from some surprise liquid.
None the less you continue past rows of dragons who vary in size and muscle mass, some are very muscly while others are just toothpicks in comparison.
In the distance you hear grunting. You make your way over, lost in a haze of absolute confusion. Your eyes then behold the *wondrous* sight of plaguebringer on a mince-meat yoga mat, doing some push ups.
The putsuls on her body stick out far, they are being pushed away by the sheer muscle mass on the meaty dragoness. Her arms are twice the size they should be, her skin is clearly not enjoying housing so many meaty bits.
She turns to you mid-pushup, you lock gazes. You feel dead inside, while she looks as alive and content as ever.
“No pain No gain”
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This. I love this.
PeacefulPyro wrote on 2021-03-03 23:40:25:
You go into plague expecting meat and sickness
But instead you find meat... gym?
You look around, every thing is occupied. There are many ripped mirror dragons, all of them coughing and sneezing as they work out. There are no walls, no shelter, its just meat equipment and BONES.
You walk down, hearing YMCA by The Village People playing ominously throughout the plagued lands. The ground squelches under you, perhaps from sweat, perhaps from some surprise liquid.
None the less you continue past rows of dragons who vary in size and muscle mass, some are very muscly while others are just toothpicks in comparison.
In the distance you hear grunting. You make your way over, lost in a haze of absolute confusion. Your eyes then behold the *wondrous* sight of plaguebringer on a mince-meat yoga mat, doing some push ups.
The putsuls on her body stick out far, they are being pushed away by the sheer muscle mass on the meaty dragoness. Her arms are twice the size they should be, her skin is clearly not enjoying housing so many meaty bits.
She turns to you mid-pushup, you lock gazes. You feel dead inside, while she looks as alive and content as ever.
“No pain No gain”
But instead you find meat... gym?
You look around, every thing is occupied. There are many ripped mirror dragons, all of them coughing and sneezing as they work out. There are no walls, no shelter, its just meat equipment and BONES.
You walk down, hearing YMCA by The Village People playing ominously throughout the plagued lands. The ground squelches under you, perhaps from sweat, perhaps from some surprise liquid.
None the less you continue past rows of dragons who vary in size and muscle mass, some are very muscly while others are just toothpicks in comparison.
In the distance you hear grunting. You make your way over, lost in a haze of absolute confusion. Your eyes then behold the *wondrous* sight of plaguebringer on a mince-meat yoga mat, doing some push ups.
The putsuls on her body stick out far, they are being pushed away by the sheer muscle mass on the meaty dragoness. Her arms are twice the size they should be, her skin is clearly not enjoying housing so many meaty bits.
She turns to you mid-pushup, you lock gazes. You feel dead inside, while she looks as alive and content as ever.
“No pain No gain”
I think I'd work out more if I had Plegmama as my fitness coach. Good idea!
I think I'd work out more if I had Plegmama as my fitness coach. Good idea!
The joke is brilliant and the story below is terrifying. All in all, the best post I've seen all week
The joke is brilliant and the story below is terrifying. All in all, the best post I've seen all week
This is good, but I was expecting something like 'because their noses are always running' haha
This is good, but I was expecting something like 'because their noses are always running' haha
[quote name="Sommar" date="2021-03-04 05:04:45" ]
Someone draw a ripped bodybuilder fae
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Ask and you shall recieve
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Sommar wrote on 2021-03-04 05:04:45:
Someone draw a ripped bodybuilder fae
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Thank you for my new motivation to get back into working out... make plaguemom proud.
Thank you for my new motivation to get back into working out... make plaguemom proud.
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