Brandon Nielsen / Brixxi / Rados130 / H.A.R.P podcast / [HARP Cast] Brixxi - Attention whoring brony who formerly had a pony porn podcast, "open pedophile"

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Hello Boys, I'm back with some more leaks from Harp
I'm sorry I have a life and work.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/j0xbct1b0aoajjk/[Lost Episode] Brixxi Dies of Autism.mp4?dl=0


I also got some screenshots of one of brandon's victims.
I have a few out people that I am going to ask what he did around them.
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I blurred out her name for reasons

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I lied about him getting a job.

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Hello faggots. Today is a special day.
Today I was too lazy to dropbox the videos

Also I've discovered who the other voice in the last video I posted.
"The Brixxi Dies of Autism"
The other voice is a furry artist named "Sour lemonade" AKA Furrgroup.
This is his twitter: https://twitter.com/furrgroup?lang=en
Here is some notes about Sour:
-Brony
Example: https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-furrgroup
-Furry
Example: https://furrgroup.itch.io

Also they chat on twitter.
https://twitter.com/HARPcast/status/930999111872020481

Back to brixxi:
Todays tale begins with a dead channel.


http://www.mediafire.com/file/rh2z7ayls46o6mm/[Lost_Episode]_It's_Pretty_Corrupted.mp4

http://www.mediafire.com/file/e39p6gq6tcvh2y2/[Lost_Episode]_WE_ARE_THE_CLOPFIC.mp4
 
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Hey Brandon! I noticed that you've been lurking this thread and suddenly stopped posting after Dickman-baby started his batch of leaks. Maaayybe I can get you back in the swing of things by asking you a few questions on your one favourite topic?

First and foremost, do you mind elaborating on this comment on how you discovered your pedophillia?
[HARP Cast] Brixxi said:
I think like 2014 or 2015 sometime after I joined the PFC Skype group
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I noticed on the screenshots in my op you have a few readings of "foalcon" stories. I imagine you saw similar content while in that skype group both ironic and sincere -it's an /mlp/ group after all-, so would you say that exposure to it helped with your discovery? Or are there other influences? Anything rooted in personal history?

Second, why does googling Brixxi bring up a DA upload of a fanfic that was "banned from fimfiction" because its about you fucking children in graphic detail? Is this something by a member of the PFC or H.A.R.P? Or did you write it?

My Uncle Brixxi - Banned From FIMFiction
  • by Ecasebier1, Jun 8, 2016, 8:42:05 PM
  • Literature / Fan Fiction / Romance
I remember my first trip to Uncle Brixxi's like it was just last month, but of course it was many months ago, perhaps even a year or two. My family lived a few miles away from his house in town. You see, we lived by the docks. Many stalls were set up along the planks, selling all kinds of fish, caught all kinds of ways. Be it fishing with a pole or fishing with a net, all of their produce was astounding. Not many ponies had access to seafood at such a low price and such an abundance too.

Before I had met him, I overheard my parents talking about him, but I didn't know I had another uncle other than uncle Corp. I asked "Ooo's Breexxi?", and my mother exchanged looks with my father. It felt like the answer would never come out for an eternity until my father smiled down at me. "Well..." He opened with, looking to my mother for something to build off of, yet he was met with nothing. "He's one of your uncles, of course. Your mother and I were thinking now that you've matured a bit, you're not so helpless now... I'd- We'd like you to meet him, finally."
"Vhat's he like?" I asked.
"He's a little quirky." My father answered, and in an instant, my mother blurted out: "He's ein very unique pony! On your vatter's side! He's a uh... A stallion of many flavors! Errr... By flavors, I mean perzonality!"

I didn't quite understand her hastiness at the time, but I surely learned about it when I met him.

"Now, don't think you'll be all alone in a room with your uncle Brixxi. Your sister Minty is coming along too. We can't have you getting into trouble. We expect you to be on your best behavior for your uncle Brixxi. That means the both of you, now." My father added with, my sister appearing from the shadows of the staircase out from behind my father. She wasn't my polar opposite, but she was quite different from me. Sure, we weren't twins, her being born just a year after me, but we were still quite young at the time. Her mane looked like a mess, but a clean mess. Yeah, I tried to copy her style, but with a mane that went in a different direction, it was hard to pull off. Nopony likes crimson-maned mares anyway, but at least I share the white coat Minty has. Though, I do have a gray underbelly. I hope Brixxi doesn't mind that.

As we were rushed to pack our things and pushed into the backseat of dad's Bucktrotti, he was really enthusiastic about his car. He took a trip all the way to Trottingham for it. We sat in the backseat (doing pretty much nothing at all) on the way into the "big city." Four great stallions pulled it many places, my dad always having money for transportation. At last when we had arrived, I was quite nervous. My sister already had her cutie mark, so I used that as a means of hiding behind her until I knew uncle Brixxi was friendly, like my parents played him out to be. Minty Root smiled down at me, being only an inch or two taller.

"It's alright, Adler. I've talked to him on the phone once before. I'm sure you have too. He sounds a lot like Santa Clops!" My sister always wanted me to feel safe. She was so kind, and constantly so, despite having her nose stuffed in a book for half of our trip, if not all of it. I was too tired to recall if she did nod off or not, but I know in all certainty that I did.

" 'e does?" I questioned.

"Yes! Almost identical!" She answered happily, a glint in her eyes when she did, as if she were a saint.

"Zen I guess at leazt 'iz voice isn't zo zcary..." I said, still shaky from nervousness.

My parents sat in the car, not even showing any emotion as they spoke to one another in whispers, which I couldn't hear. Minty knocked on the door of the place with a few loud clops. As the door creaked open, a tall, lanky pony stepped into view. He surely didn't look like Santa Clops and we had yet to hear his voice. This had to be uncle Brixxi. He had a charcoal coat like my father, and those red eyes too. The only things that weren't similar so far, were his mane and cutie mark. His mane was shaggy and a coppery brown. I tried to lean over to my side to see his cutie mark, but maybe I wasn't looking hard enough, because I couldn't find one. He looked at both of us for a moment. Two fillies at his doorstep. He must've been confused. I could've sworn he licked his lips in anticipation unless his ears perked up as my father leaned out of the carriage, shouting, despite being only a few meters away.

"Take good care of our little fillies! Alright? Ahhhh, I can trust you!" My father said. My parents quickly said their goodbyes after unpacking for Minty and I, giving uncle Brixxi no time to retaliate or refuse. We were in his living room by then, our baggage sitting by the loveseat. He took a moment to regain his composure, clearing his throat as we still looked up at him. Uncle Brixxi seemed to be tremendously pleased by our surprise visit. He opened his mouth, a wisp of air coming out. He was speechless. I had thought, at the time, that he'd instantly love my sister more than me, because of how experienced she was. She had her cutie mark and I didn't. He cleared his throat again, then smiled down at us a second time.

"Well, my little ponies. I suppose you know who I am. But the real question is, who are you lovely, little fillies?"

"I'm Minty Root, and this is my sister, Irma Alise Adler! Her name is a muzzleful, so we've shortened it to "Adler" for an ease of pronunciation!"

"My, you're a little Brainiac, aren't you Minty? I suppose "littlest" Adler is quiet and shy, isn't she?"

I crawled out from behind my sister, who's voice carried words even I was unfamiliar with. I looked up at him in a little bit of anger and a little bit of distrust. "Mein mutter und vatter zaid for us to be on our best behaviors for ju, but I'm not "leetlelest" Adler! I'm der "beegest" Adler I know!"
Uncle Brixxi went wide-eyed for a short moment. "Must be from your mother's side, that accent you've got." He only smiled down at me as I climbed his leg, my marehood to it. It wasn't a very big deal to me or my sister. Whenever we were at home, our nethers would skid on our parents' hind legs before and after piggy-back rides. I wasn't the slightest concerned with how long we'd be here at Brixxi's, but I assumed our parents wouldn't be here for a little while, considering it was only a forty-five minute drive.
"Ja! Zo vhat eef I have ein accent like mein mutter?"

Furious as I was, continued to climb until I could no longer stretch upwards. My face had to be beet red from the over-exhaustion of breath. Him and I were about an inch from eachother's lips and he decided to close the gap with a kiss. When he made contact with mine, he closed his eyes, so I did the same. He surely got carried away, inserting his tongue into my mouth. I didn't like the taste of his saliva at first, but it was like trying coffee with creamer for the first time. Due to my size at the time, he scooped me up with just one arm, holding me close as my sister had her nose stuffed in a book once again. Apparently the noises didn't phase her, because she trotted off to another room. When I reopened my eyes, we were in another room too. Uncle Brixxi's bedroom. He had brought me here as he swished his tongue in my mouth for a long, deep kiss. He broke it as he laid me on the bed, a trail of saliva from my muzzle to his, and heavy breathing in between.

Unable to catch enough breath to speak, he climbed over me, showing off his gigantic rod. For such a physique, it was hard to see it on him. Globs of precum dripped and splashed in my mane and on my muzzle. Some of the droplets I felt were much too close to it, so I licked one off with a gag, then another droplet, and then another. Maybe uncle Brixxi's "cream" wasn't so bad after all. This was all quite new to me at the time and I wondered, Minty being older than me, if she had ever done anything like this before. He backed up again, sliding me up to the pillows to give me a soft spot to lay, which I was going to need. Brixxi spread my hind legs. I looked up at him and he looked back with a smile, getting back to his recital. The stallion placed his hoof on my clit softly. He held it there for a second before rubbing furiously against it. I moaned out loudly. This was a foreign feeling, but it was so delightful. I had to keep my eyes open. No! I couldn't keep my eyes open! The feeling was too ecstatic. Things were looking up from this visit to my uncle's house. Then, when I didn't think things could get any better, he started to force it in, putting me through a tremendous amount of pain. He didn't care. He smacked me in the face to get me to shut up, but I cried even harder. It was only a matter of time before the screaming became suspicious, so he held a hood to my muzzle, silencing my cries and calls for help.
"Don't you dare." Brixxi said, inching himself into me. I could see the blood trailing onto his cock as he pulled out to stretch me open, pushing in again to fit in it like a glove.

"If you scream." He paused for dramatic effect, his hoof still to my muzzle. "I won't let you have any candy and I'll tell your parents you were a bad filly. Why would my own brother accuse me of "touching" my niece if she told him that's what I did? We're just playing a little game and you have to listen to every word I say. Got it?"

I nodded softly as he lifted his hoof. I sniffled, letting him go at me with his monster cock. My juices mixed with my blood, leaked onto the white bed sheet. This was a bed sheet I was sure he'd hang up on a wall and call it art or "The Stained Bedsheet", as if it wasn't obvious who's blood and cream was on it, even if it only appeared to be paint. I did frantically squirm and wince in pain as he rammed me though.

I was overjoyed when my sister Minty came trotting into the room. She dropped her book in shock, staring at us. Tears flowed down my face. It was apparent to her that he was doing "a bad thing" to me, but she didn't seem phased, still. Being the nerd she was, she must've known a lot about this subject for a filly her age. My bloodied, purple face added to her enjoyment, even though she was always there for me, she wasn't this time. Uncle Brixxi looked over to her as soon as the book dropped to the floor with a thud. Seeing that she closed the door on her own, he pulled out of me. He was much more interested in her than me. As I lie on his bed, all that he was keeping inside me oozed out. His semen, my blood, my tears, and our combined sweat. My tummy was swollen from what remained inside and it made me sick to look at. I had never been a hefty pony until much later in my life, but for the time being, it was vomit-inducing. I had no lunch to hold in, because I had not eaten. The shock from the event had caused me to shat on the bedsheets, something I hadn't noticed until the bedsheets started to stink of more than just semen, sweat, and saliva.

Feeling weary and heavy-lidded, I shut my eyes. It was hard to stay awake or even move out of the cesspool I sat in. When I awoke, I had been moved again. Into a closet, I thought. It was small, dark, and all I could hear were my sister's moans as I laid in the closet, bound and gagged. I could hardly see, as both of my eyes were swollen. It was easier to just keep them closed and let the pain linger, because it'd go away eventually.

From what Minty told me, when I was in the closet, he had his fun with her anus, causing that part of her to bleed. He made love to two of her orifices and only one of mine. I felt unworthy to my uncle Brixxi. I was a cream-filled filly while Minty got double-stuffed. I could only hardly see through the shutters on the closet doors, but I saw that she was enjoying every second of it. She was loving the treatment he gave her. The slapping, the beating, the filling. She had her tongue out in ecstasy the whole time, speaking in that tongue of hers that I doubt even uncle Brixxi understood.
"Show me what you can do, uncle Brixxi! Make me your squishy! Squishy all inside!" Coming from such a young filly, this was too unrealistic, but Minty Root had been getting into the wrong books ever since their parents stopped monitoring the books she read.

"That's what I like. An obedient, little squish." I heard Brixxi reply with, the gurgling of a massive amount of cum shooting into my sister and oozing out, like it did with me earlier.

I squirmed around until I had no more energy left to squirm. Once I thought it was all done and quiet, Brixxi rolled me out, and laid my sleeping sister into the closet. He hefted me back up onto the bed. I got two go's and Minty only got one? Would this be his final stand? He lifted me up onto the bed again. The sheets were clean until he sat me upon them. I opened my mouth for a breath before feeling a thick tube shove itself down my throat. I choked on his cock. He spurted a glob down my throat, which I forcefully swallowed. He quickly pulled out, which I assumed was to let me breathe, but no, it was to cum all over my face and mane. I was covered in a puddle of his slime, coughing and wheezing. There seemed to be no end to this kind of treatment, but thankfully, our parents showed up. Uncle Brixxi had to stop fucking one of us daily when the month was nearing its' peak. He allowed a week of "soft-fucking", treating us with candy for the month we spent with him. He even went as far as to pinch my tits. Our nutrition was cum and his alone. Our bodies became skinnier and weaker the longer we spent with him. He told me, and me alone on one drunk night, that this was my punishment from my parents for all of my lies and accidents.



"Ja, zat is all, Detective. Zat's der trooz een all of it... Mein parents, ashamed of zeir actions... commit suicide. Ja... der body ju found vas Minty Root'z. Pleaze... Show mein uncle Brixxi no mercy." Adler spoke now to the stallion in the black suit. He had a bald mane and tail, and a glint in his eyes as if he was a saint. He nodded to the mare, walking out with a suitcase hooked to the side of his suit. After he had left, she sighed in relief, lying her head against the table.

The bald pony had traveled from Cloudsdale to Fillydelphia with diligence. A swift knock was delivered to the door of the household. With a doorknob turn and a door creak, it was open. The stallion inside seemed to have his cutie mark blocked by the door before he asked: "How can I help you?"
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MUB II: My Uncle Brixxi Returns
  • by Ecasebier1, Sep 16, 2016, 10:40:19 PM
  • Literature / Fan Fiction / Romance
I don't think my uncle Brixxi ever meant to trouble me. Well, I think his original plan was to make me think about the worst in life... What makes the world go round. The hitman hadn't done his job correctly. I was a silly pony to have not figured out sooner that this was a setup. He was an undercover police officer. My accounts as a filly couldn't be proved. I did what any angry filly would've done, had somepony done such an act upon me, but during the scheme, I was turned against, and arrested. Oh, mein uncle Brixxi was in tears, despite me having tried to kill him! Not only was I going away, but his other niece, my sister had commit suicide due to recent events, and I was headed to jail. I admit, I had let myself go over the years, but I recall an acquaintance of his said that my uncle liked more cushion for the pushin'.
It surprised me to find he paid for my bail not too long after I had been sentenced to two years in jail. I didn't have a clue why he did after I attempted to murder him, but it was the kindest thing I thought he had ever done for me. When it came time to meet him for the first actual time in years, his smile glistened as he pulled me into a hug, followed by a more perverted back rub. The stallion still had as little mass as he did when I was just a filly.
"Jou're a monster, Breexi."
"Your parents abandoned you."
"Zey came back, you dummkopf!"
"I did what any fillyfiddler would've done, had he two gifts laid before him."
"Ju kilt mein sister..."
"It was a test, Adler. I did not kill your sister, she simply died several years after the incident."
"Zat doesn't matter, Breexi. Ju ruined mein life!"
"I'll take you out to dinner then."
"What?"
"I'll take you out because we need to make peace over this whole 'you raped me as a filly' thing. I still love my niece very much, and I want to show her, you, what I can do."
Not only had my uncle bailed me out, but he was also taking me on a date! As intelligent as I had become, my heart still thumped for the fiend. My figure was never the same since my run-in with Brixxi. Being lazy was apparently something he was attracted to. Lilith, a friend of mine was in the same situation. Her coltfriend, Jazz Ice adored her figure for this.
Brixxi had surely surmounted quite a sum of cash in the years we've been out of touch. He became a wealthy entrepreneur, owning a large industry that produced prosthetics for flightless pegasi, legless ponies, and even hornless unicorns.
"So, Adler... How have you been?"
I remained silent.
"Come on, Adler... It's been almost twenty-two years. Surely you're not still upset about that little incident so many years ago."
"Of course I'm still oopzet! Ju raped me!!" Ju violated me!" At that moment, I burst into tears.
"That's in the past, Adler. You were a cute filly then and you're a cute mare now. You'd better behave yourself in public. I don't want you yelling in the restaurant."
"I'm a beeg mare, I know not to yell in der restaurant, stoopit..."
"Just checking." Brixxi grinned, stepping out of the car.
I followed my uncle into the restaurant, still quite upset.
"By the way, I invited a friend over. I hope you don't mind."
"Vhy vuld ju invite anypony anyvay? To spike mein drink vhen I'm not lookink?"
"No, Adler. But that IS a good idea."
I don't know why he was the way he was, but it was nerve-wracking. He said he had brought a friend. The least he could do was mention he was a relative. My parents were awful ponies and if I met another pony like Uncle Brixxi, I'd move back to Germaneigh. Too bad the language has been lost in time, otherwise I'd receive a "Sprecken zie Deutsch?" Upon entry of the country.
As I took my seat, I was greeted by a familiar voice. I hadn't seen him in years longer than Brixxi He was my Uncle Corp. He wasn't as big as I remembered, but that was probably because of how fat I had gotten...
"Oh, hey Adler. Haven't seen you in a score." For such a lardass, most ponies would assume he's lazy. I've never met such a corpulent or hard-working stallion in my life. Not only was he these defining traits, but he was also very kind. He pulled me into a hug, rubbing a hoof over my flanks like I was his marefriend. I didn't throw a fit about this, but then Brixxi pulled me into a hug right after, and did the same thing. After the perversion ceased, Brixxi had me sit on the inside of the booth. It must've been in my imagination, but I swear Corp was licking his lips at me, and not the appetizers. We began to eat, followed by Brixxi's leg brushing against my own. I knew that he didn't eat much, so he had all of that time touch me all over. His forehooves rubbed over my belly, making me extremely uncomfortable. Behave myself? Brixxi can't even keep his hooves to himself!
"Is the food good, Adler?" My Uncle Brixxi asked. I nodded softly, smiling at him. It was difficult not to moan in pleasure from his devious acts. A stallion hadn't touched me like this in so long, in was like Heaven. And he did it without permission! How manly...
Uncle Corp was the first to finish, "winning" by a landslide. Soon after, I did as well. Brixxi paid the check with a fat stack before leading me back to his car.
"Oof... Breexi? I'm goink to tek ein leetle nap in der back." After telling him, I climbed into the backseat to let my tummy settle. I dozed off quickly and quietly before the vehicle even started to move. Upon awakening, I found myself in a dimly-lit room. Whatever had happened, I could not recall. I was weighed down by a soaking comforter, unable to move my limbs, or spread my wings. After exhausting my energy, I drifted off once more. Upon my second awakening, I was now on a larger bed, sans the comforter. My ears perked up when I heard a particular, corpulent uncle.
"You weren't kidding, Brixxi. Her wingspan is even larger than Princess Twilight's!" He exclaimed.
"Now if only she were purple."
"I'll turn her purple, Brixxi." Corp challenged, shoving her flare, followed by a good few inches of meaty horsecock down my gullet without warning. The suddenness of the blow caught me off-guard, nearly choking me to death. I did what any mare with a whopping 28-incher bounty in her muzzle would do. I sucked hard, getting more bang without spending a buck. The sheer size of his cock completely eclipsed the inside of my mouth, but before I could say uncle, another slab of meat was inserted between my fluffy buns. I had always been one for small cocks, but an uncle a day keeps the midlife crisis away. Both of them were so masculine. Taking advantage of a helpless mare and spitroasting her for hours to keep her hot and full of juices. I have called it rape before, but their actions were more apparent of bliss, than of agony. I became a schnitzel on a stick as they had their way with me. In the midst of it, I noticed my uncle breathing heavily as he began to tire out. I lowered my ears whilst I held his length within my cavernous throat. It was for just the right amount of time for him to Bavarian cream-fill me, soon followed by another baker's thick, hot load of cream. Brixxi's hooves smudged the semen from my cheeks and chin, only to fill my muzzle with the viscous liquid. "You have swallow it all." echoed in my mind, although it did remind me of a particular story a friend told me about eggs. I did so, followed by a cum-in-mouth deficiency after having swallowed the Bavarian creampie. My wings were spreadeagle as uncle Corp ran his hooves along one wing, Brixxi along the other. After they had gotten their fill, I stood up. I turned my head, licking my lips, but I hadn't noticed Corp's son, Rooki until I had licked both lips free of cum. Was he there the whole time? Had he just witnessed his father and uncle fuck their niece silly?
"Mmm... Come over here and meet your cousin Elise. Just lay on the floor and look up." Corp told his son, planning something quite deviant for the young stallion. Rooki followed the order, laying, then easing his head down.
Taken by the moment of hotness, I swayed my rump softly before looming the heaviest part of me over him.
"Ja, joost lie on der floor und look up! Hahehehe~" I replied with, sitting upon his face. His mumbling tickled my behind, causing me to giggle and squirm. His tongue lapped up my anus like a worm. The act reminded me of when a friend committed the act in a school restroom, but it was much different. A stallion's tongue can find the most erotic spots from having constant access to a fleshlight or from a vagina being the first door they go through. I felt his tongue inch its way further down, his snout burrowed into my anus, tongue stretched to its limit to fill my pucker.
"The kid's a natural. I've never seen him do this before." Corp said, looking over at Brixxi.
Brixxi watched over, swallowing softly. "I've taken him out several times to several places... Several places such as bars and places with willing, heavy-bottomed mares."
"Really? I just told him to lie down, because I wanted to watch him squirm. Heh. Good job, Brixxi."
"Thanks."
I stood back up, having moaned all of my moans, desensitized for the time being of any pleasure. Upon the action of standing, I felt Rooki's hooves attempting to pull me back onto his face, although he was gasping for air from the prolonged event. After I managed to stand, I turned around to look down at him. "Danke!" I said loudly, though after realizing I had done frivolous actions with a minor, my ears lowered. I suppose I was becoming more like my uncle Brixxi the more time I spent with him.
"You look like you need a ginger ale and Tylenol, Adler. Let me help you with that." Brixxi said, grinning devilishly. He already had his way with me, but I didn't know what was occurring. I drank the liquid down as I do with most liquids, and swiftly drifted off into a deep sleep.
I awoke in a bed foreign to me, but quite cozy. The pillows were big and fluffy, I no longer felt stretched and filthy, and there was another mare sleeping beside me, though, above the comforter. Her cutie mark shared a swastika like mine, but hers had a pink heart around it. "Errr, hallo? "Sprecken zie Deutsch?" I said softly, nudging her shoulder. The mare opened her eyes with a stretch and a yawn, kissing me without warning on the lips. "Ja, guten morgen fraulein~"
https://ecasebier1.deviantart.com/art/MUB-II-My-Uncle-Brixxi-Returns-634829460
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And finally, probably the most important question of all (so please answer it)...
Would you, in any opportunity, preface a post by saying you like the idea of fucking dogs and/or horses?
 
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chadmuska said:
Hey Brandon! I noticed that you've been lurking this thread and suddenly stopped posting after Dickman-baby started his batch of leaks. Maaayybe I can get you back in the swing of things by asking you a few questions on your one favourite topic?

First and foremost, do you mind elaborating on this comment on how you discovered your pedophillia?

I noticed on the screenshots in my op you have a few readings of "foalcon" stories. I imagine you saw similar content while in that skype group both ironic and sincere -it's an /mlp/ group after all-, so would you say that exposure to it helped with your discovery? Or are there other influences? Anything rooted in personal history?

Second, why does googling Brixxi bring up a DA upload of a fanfic that was "banned from fimfiction" because its about you fucking children in graphic detail? Is this something by a member of the PFC or H.A.R.P? Or did you write it?

My Uncle Brixxi - Banned From FIMFiction
  • by Ecasebier1, Jun 8, 2016, 8:42:05 PM
  • Literature / Fan Fiction / Romance
I remember my first trip to Uncle Brixxi's like it was just last month, but of course it was many months ago, perhaps even a year or two. My family lived a few miles away from his house in town. You see, we lived by the docks. Many stalls were set up along the planks, selling all kinds of fish, caught all kinds of ways. Be it fishing with a pole or fishing with a net, all of their produce was astounding. Not many ponies had access to seafood at such a low price and such an abundance too.

Before I had met him, I overheard my parents talking about him, but I didn't know I had another uncle other than uncle Corp. I asked "Ooo's Breexxi?", and my mother exchanged looks with my father. It felt like the answer would never come out for an eternity until my father smiled down at me. "Well..." He opened with, looking to my mother for something to build off of, yet he was met with nothing. "He's one of your uncles, of course. Your mother and I were thinking now that you've matured a bit, you're not so helpless now... I'd- We'd like you to meet him, finally."
"Vhat's he like?" I asked.
"He's a little quirky." My father answered, and in an instant, my mother blurted out: "He's ein very unique pony! On your vatter's side! He's a uh... A stallion of many flavors! Errr... By flavors, I mean perzonality!"

I didn't quite understand her hastiness at the time, but I surely learned about it when I met him.

"Now, don't think you'll be all alone in a room with your uncle Brixxi. Your sister Minty is coming along too. We can't have you getting into trouble. We expect you to be on your best behavior for your uncle Brixxi. That means the both of you, now." My father added with, my sister appearing from the shadows of the staircase out from behind my father. She wasn't my polar opposite, but she was quite different from me. Sure, we weren't twins, her being born just a year after me, but we were still quite young at the time. Her mane looked like a mess, but a clean mess. Yeah, I tried to copy her style, but with a mane that went in a different direction, it was hard to pull off. Nopony likes crimson-maned mares anyway, but at least I share the white coat Minty has. Though, I do have a gray underbelly. I hope Brixxi doesn't mind that.

As we were rushed to pack our things and pushed into the backseat of dad's Bucktrotti, he was really enthusiastic about his car. He took a trip all the way to Trottingham for it. We sat in the backseat (doing pretty much nothing at all) on the way into the "big city." Four great stallions pulled it many places, my dad always having money for transportation. At last when we had arrived, I was quite nervous. My sister already had her cutie mark, so I used that as a means of hiding behind her until I knew uncle Brixxi was friendly, like my parents played him out to be. Minty Root smiled down at me, being only an inch or two taller.

"It's alright, Adler. I've talked to him on the phone once before. I'm sure you have too. He sounds a lot like Santa Clops!" My sister always wanted me to feel safe. She was so kind, and constantly so, despite having her nose stuffed in a book for half of our trip, if not all of it. I was too tired to recall if she did nod off or not, but I know in all certainty that I did.

" 'e does?" I questioned.

"Yes! Almost identical!" She answered happily, a glint in her eyes when she did, as if she were a saint.

"Zen I guess at leazt 'iz voice isn't zo zcary..." I said, still shaky from nervousness.

My parents sat in the car, not even showing any emotion as they spoke to one another in whispers, which I couldn't hear. Minty knocked on the door of the place with a few loud clops. As the door creaked open, a tall, lanky pony stepped into view. He surely didn't look like Santa Clops and we had yet to hear his voice. This had to be uncle Brixxi. He had a charcoal coat like my father, and those red eyes too. The only things that weren't similar so far, were his mane and cutie mark. His mane was shaggy and a coppery brown. I tried to lean over to my side to see his cutie mark, but maybe I wasn't looking hard enough, because I couldn't find one. He looked at both of us for a moment. Two fillies at his doorstep. He must've been confused. I could've sworn he licked his lips in anticipation unless his ears perked up as my father leaned out of the carriage, shouting, despite being only a few meters away.

"Take good care of our little fillies! Alright? Ahhhh, I can trust you!" My father said. My parents quickly said their goodbyes after unpacking for Minty and I, giving uncle Brixxi no time to retaliate or refuse. We were in his living room by then, our baggage sitting by the loveseat. He took a moment to regain his composure, clearing his throat as we still looked up at him. Uncle Brixxi seemed to be tremendously pleased by our surprise visit. He opened his mouth, a wisp of air coming out. He was speechless. I had thought, at the time, that he'd instantly love my sister more than me, because of how experienced she was. She had her cutie mark and I didn't. He cleared his throat again, then smiled down at us a second time.

"Well, my little ponies. I suppose you know who I am. But the real question is, who are you lovely, little fillies?"

"I'm Minty Root, and this is my sister, Irma Alise Adler! Her name is a muzzleful, so we've shortened it to "Adler" for an ease of pronunciation!"

"My, you're a little Brainiac, aren't you Minty? I suppose "littlest" Adler is quiet and shy, isn't she?"

I crawled out from behind my sister, who's voice carried words even I was unfamiliar with. I looked up at him in a little bit of anger and a little bit of distrust. "Mein mutter und vatter zaid for us to be on our best behaviors for ju, but I'm not "leetlelest" Adler! I'm der "beegest" Adler I know!"
Uncle Brixxi went wide-eyed for a short moment. "Must be from your mother's side, that accent you've got." He only smiled down at me as I climbed his leg, my marehood to it. It wasn't a very big deal to me or my sister. Whenever we were at home, our nethers would skid on our parents' hind legs before and after piggy-back rides. I wasn't the slightest concerned with how long we'd be here at Brixxi's, but I assumed our parents wouldn't be here for a little while, considering it was only a forty-five minute drive.
"Ja! Zo vhat eef I have ein accent like mein mutter?"

Furious as I was, continued to climb until I could no longer stretch upwards. My face had to be beet red from the over-exhaustion of breath. Him and I were about an inch from eachother's lips and he decided to close the gap with a kiss. When he made contact with mine, he closed his eyes, so I did the same. He surely got carried away, inserting his tongue into my mouth. I didn't like the taste of his saliva at first, but it was like trying coffee with creamer for the first time. Due to my size at the time, he scooped me up with just one arm, holding me close as my sister had her nose stuffed in a book once again. Apparently the noises didn't phase her, because she trotted off to another room. When I reopened my eyes, we were in another room too. Uncle Brixxi's bedroom. He had brought me here as he swished his tongue in my mouth for a long, deep kiss. He broke it as he laid me on the bed, a trail of saliva from my muzzle to his, and heavy breathing in between.

Unable to catch enough breath to speak, he climbed over me, showing off his gigantic rod. For such a physique, it was hard to see it on him. Globs of precum dripped and splashed in my mane and on my muzzle. Some of the droplets I felt were much too close to it, so I licked one off with a gag, then another droplet, and then another. Maybe uncle Brixxi's "cream" wasn't so bad after all. This was all quite new to me at the time and I wondered, Minty being older than me, if she had ever done anything like this before. He backed up again, sliding me up to the pillows to give me a soft spot to lay, which I was going to need. Brixxi spread my hind legs. I looked up at him and he looked back with a smile, getting back to his recital. The stallion placed his hoof on my clit softly. He held it there for a second before rubbing furiously against it. I moaned out loudly. This was a foreign feeling, but it was so delightful. I had to keep my eyes open. No! I couldn't keep my eyes open! The feeling was too ecstatic. Things were looking up from this visit to my uncle's house. Then, when I didn't think things could get any better, he started to force it in, putting me through a tremendous amount of pain. He didn't care. He smacked me in the face to get me to shut up, but I cried even harder. It was only a matter of time before the screaming became suspicious, so he held a hood to my muzzle, silencing my cries and calls for help.
"Don't you dare." Brixxi said, inching himself into me. I could see the blood trailing onto his cock as he pulled out to stretch me open, pushing in again to fit in it like a glove.

"If you scream." He paused for dramatic effect, his hoof still to my muzzle. "I won't let you have any candy and I'll tell your parents you were a bad filly. Why would my own brother accuse me of "touching" my niece if she told him that's what I did? We're just playing a little game and you have to listen to every word I say. Got it?"

I nodded softly as he lifted his hoof. I sniffled, letting him go at me with his monster cock. My juices mixed with my blood, leaked onto the white bed sheet. This was a bed sheet I was sure he'd hang up on a wall and call it art or "The Stained Bedsheet", as if it wasn't obvious who's blood and cream was on it, even if it only appeared to be paint. I did frantically squirm and wince in pain as he rammed me though.

I was overjoyed when my sister Minty came trotting into the room. She dropped her book in shock, staring at us. Tears flowed down my face. It was apparent to her that he was doing "a bad thing" to me, but she didn't seem phased, still. Being the nerd she was, she must've known a lot about this subject for a filly her age. My bloodied, purple face added to her enjoyment, even though she was always there for me, she wasn't this time. Uncle Brixxi looked over to her as soon as the book dropped to the floor with a thud. Seeing that she closed the door on her own, he pulled out of me. He was much more interested in her than me. As I lie on his bed, all that he was keeping inside me oozed out. His semen, my blood, my tears, and our combined sweat. My tummy was swollen from what remained inside and it made me sick to look at. I had never been a hefty pony until much later in my life, but for the time being, it was vomit-inducing. I had no lunch to hold in, because I had not eaten. The shock from the event had caused me to shat on the bedsheets, something I hadn't noticed until the bedsheets started to stink of more than just semen, sweat, and saliva.

Feeling weary and heavy-lidded, I shut my eyes. It was hard to stay awake or even move out of the cesspool I sat in. When I awoke, I had been moved again. Into a closet, I thought. It was small, dark, and all I could hear were my sister's moans as I laid in the closet, bound and gagged. I could hardly see, as both of my eyes were swollen. It was easier to just keep them closed and let the pain linger, because it'd go away eventually.

From what Minty told me, when I was in the closet, he had his fun with her anus, causing that part of her to bleed. He made love to two of her orifices and only one of mine. I felt unworthy to my uncle Brixxi. I was a cream-filled filly while Minty got double-stuffed. I could only hardly see through the shutters on the closet doors, but I saw that she was enjoying every second of it. She was loving the treatment he gave her. The slapping, the beating, the filling. She had her tongue out in ecstasy the whole time, speaking in that tongue of hers that I doubt even uncle Brixxi understood.
"Show me what you can do, uncle Brixxi! Make me your squishy! Squishy all inside!" Coming from such a young filly, this was too unrealistic, but Minty Root had been getting into the wrong books ever since their parents stopped monitoring the books she read.

"That's what I like. An obedient, little squish." I heard Brixxi reply with, the gurgling of a massive amount of cum shooting into my sister and oozing out, like it did with me earlier.

I squirmed around until I had no more energy left to squirm. Once I thought it was all done and quiet, Brixxi rolled me out, and laid my sleeping sister into the closet. He hefted me back up onto the bed. I got two go's and Minty only got one? Would this be his final stand? He lifted me up onto the bed again. The sheets were clean until he sat me upon them. I opened my mouth for a breath before feeling a thick tube shove itself down my throat. I choked on his cock. He spurted a glob down my throat, which I forcefully swallowed. He quickly pulled out, which I assumed was to let me breathe, but no, it was to cum all over my face and mane. I was covered in a puddle of his slime, coughing and wheezing. There seemed to be no end to this kind of treatment, but thankfully, our parents showed up. Uncle Brixxi had to stop fucking one of us daily when the month was nearing its' peak. He allowed a week of "soft-fucking", treating us with candy for the month we spent with him. He even went as far as to pinch my tits. Our nutrition was cum and his alone. Our bodies became skinnier and weaker the longer we spent with him. He told me, and me alone on one drunk night, that this was my punishment from my parents for all of my lies and accidents.



"Ja, zat is all, Detective. Zat's der trooz een all of it... Mein parents, ashamed of zeir actions... commit suicide. Ja... der body ju found vas Minty Root'z. Pleaze... Show mein uncle Brixxi no mercy." Adler spoke now to the stallion in the black suit. He had a bald mane and tail, and a glint in his eyes as if he was a saint. He nodded to the mare, walking out with a suitcase hooked to the side of his suit. After he had left, she sighed in relief, lying her head against the table.

The bald pony had traveled from Cloudsdale to Fillydelphia with diligence. A swift knock was delivered to the door of the household. With a doorknob turn and a door creak, it was open. The stallion inside seemed to have his cutie mark blocked by the door before he asked: "How can I help you?"
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MUB II: My Uncle Brixxi Returns
  • by Ecasebier1, Sep 16, 2016, 10:40:19 PM
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I don't think my uncle Brixxi ever meant to trouble me. Well, I think his original plan was to make me think about the worst in life... What makes the world go round. The hitman hadn't done his job correctly. I was a silly pony to have not figured out sooner that this was a setup. He was an undercover police officer. My accounts as a filly couldn't be proved. I did what any angry filly would've done, had somepony done such an act upon me, but during the scheme, I was turned against, and arrested. Oh, mein uncle Brixxi was in tears, despite me having tried to kill him! Not only was I going away, but his other niece, my sister had commit suicide due to recent events, and I was headed to jail. I admit, I had let myself go over the years, but I recall an acquaintance of his said that my uncle liked more cushion for the pushin'.
It surprised me to find he paid for my bail not too long after I had been sentenced to two years in jail. I didn't have a clue why he did after I attempted to murder him, but it was the kindest thing I thought he had ever done for me. When it came time to meet him for the first actual time in years, his smile glistened as he pulled me into a hug, followed by a more perverted back rub. The stallion still had as little mass as he did when I was just a filly.
"Jou're a monster, Breexi."
"Your parents abandoned you."
"Zey came back, you dummkopf!"
"I did what any fillyfiddler would've done, had he two gifts laid before him."
"Ju kilt mein sister..."
"It was a test, Adler. I did not kill your sister, she simply died several years after the incident."
"Zat doesn't matter, Breexi. Ju ruined mein life!"
"I'll take you out to dinner then."
"What?"
"I'll take you out because we need to make peace over this whole 'you raped me as a filly' thing. I still love my niece very much, and I want to show her, you, what I can do."
Not only had my uncle bailed me out, but he was also taking me on a date! As intelligent as I had become, my heart still thumped for the fiend. My figure was never the same since my run-in with Brixxi. Being lazy was apparently something he was attracted to. Lilith, a friend of mine was in the same situation. Her coltfriend, Jazz Ice adored her figure for this.
Brixxi had surely surmounted quite a sum of cash in the years we've been out of touch. He became a wealthy entrepreneur, owning a large industry that produced prosthetics for flightless pegasi, legless ponies, and even hornless unicorns.
"So, Adler... How have you been?"
I remained silent.
"Come on, Adler... It's been almost twenty-two years. Surely you're not still upset about that little incident so many years ago."
"Of course I'm still oopzet! Ju raped me!!" Ju violated me!" At that moment, I burst into tears.
"That's in the past, Adler. You were a cute filly then and you're a cute mare now. You'd better behave yourself in public. I don't want you yelling in the restaurant."
"I'm a beeg mare, I know not to yell in der restaurant, stoopit..."
"Just checking." Brixxi grinned, stepping out of the car.
I followed my uncle into the restaurant, still quite upset.
"By the way, I invited a friend over. I hope you don't mind."
"Vhy vuld ju invite anypony anyvay? To spike mein drink vhen I'm not lookink?"
"No, Adler. But that IS a good idea."
I don't know why he was the way he was, but it was nerve-wracking. He said he had brought a friend. The least he could do was mention he was a relative. My parents were awful ponies and if I met another pony like Uncle Brixxi, I'd move back to Germaneigh. Too bad the language has been lost in time, otherwise I'd receive a "Sprecken zie Deutsch?" Upon entry of the country.
As I took my seat, I was greeted by a familiar voice. I hadn't seen him in years longer than Brixxi He was my Uncle Corp. He wasn't as big as I remembered, but that was probably because of how fat I had gotten...
"Oh, hey Adler. Haven't seen you in a score." For such a lardass, most ponies would assume he's lazy. I've never met such a corpulent or hard-working stallion in my life. Not only was he these defining traits, but he was also very kind. He pulled me into a hug, rubbing a hoof over my flanks like I was his marefriend. I didn't throw a fit about this, but then Brixxi pulled me into a hug right after, and did the same thing. After the perversion ceased, Brixxi had me sit on the inside of the booth. It must've been in my imagination, but I swear Corp was licking his lips at me, and not the appetizers. We began to eat, followed by Brixxi's leg brushing against my own. I knew that he didn't eat much, so he had all of that time touch me all over. His forehooves rubbed over my belly, making me extremely uncomfortable. Behave myself? Brixxi can't even keep his hooves to himself!
"Is the food good, Adler?" My Uncle Brixxi asked. I nodded softly, smiling at him. It was difficult not to moan in pleasure from his devious acts. A stallion hadn't touched me like this in so long, in was like Heaven. And he did it without permission! How manly...
Uncle Corp was the first to finish, "winning" by a landslide. Soon after, I did as well. Brixxi paid the check with a fat stack before leading me back to his car.
"Oof... Breexi? I'm goink to tek ein leetle nap in der back." After telling him, I climbed into the backseat to let my tummy settle. I dozed off quickly and quietly before the vehicle even started to move. Upon awakening, I found myself in a dimly-lit room. Whatever had happened, I could not recall. I was weighed down by a soaking comforter, unable to move my limbs, or spread my wings. After exhausting my energy, I drifted off once more. Upon my second awakening, I was now on a larger bed, sans the comforter. My ears perked up when I heard a particular, corpulent uncle.
"You weren't kidding, Brixxi. Her wingspan is even larger than Princess Twilight's!" He exclaimed.
"Now if only she were purple."
"I'll turn her purple, Brixxi." Corp challenged, shoving her flare, followed by a good few inches of meaty horsecock down my gullet without warning. The suddenness of the blow caught me off-guard, nearly choking me to death. I did what any mare with a whopping 28-incher bounty in her muzzle would do. I sucked hard, getting more bang without spending a buck. The sheer size of his cock completely eclipsed the inside of my mouth, but before I could say uncle, another slab of meat was inserted between my fluffy buns. I had always been one for small cocks, but an uncle a day keeps the midlife crisis away. Both of them were so masculine. Taking advantage of a helpless mare and spitroasting her for hours to keep her hot and full of juices. I have called it rape before, but their actions were more apparent of bliss, than of agony. I became a schnitzel on a stick as they had their way with me. In the midst of it, I noticed my uncle breathing heavily as he began to tire out. I lowered my ears whilst I held his length within my cavernous throat. It was for just the right amount of time for him to Bavarian cream-fill me, soon followed by another baker's thick, hot load of cream. Brixxi's hooves smudged the semen from my cheeks and chin, only to fill my muzzle with the viscous liquid. "You have swallow it all." echoed in my mind, although it did remind me of a particular story a friend told me about eggs. I did so, followed by a cum-in-mouth deficiency after having swallowed the Bavarian creampie. My wings were spreadeagle as uncle Corp ran his hooves along one wing, Brixxi along the other. After they had gotten their fill, I stood up. I turned my head, licking my lips, but I hadn't noticed Corp's son, Rooki until I had licked both lips free of cum. Was he there the whole time? Had he just witnessed his father and uncle fuck their niece silly?
"Mmm... Come over here and meet your cousin Elise. Just lay on the floor and look up." Corp told his son, planning something quite deviant for the young stallion. Rooki followed the order, laying, then easing his head down.
Taken by the moment of hotness, I swayed my rump softly before looming the heaviest part of me over him.
"Ja, joost lie on der floor und look up! Hahehehe~" I replied with, sitting upon his face. His mumbling tickled my behind, causing me to giggle and squirm. His tongue lapped up my anus like a worm. The act reminded me of when a friend committed the act in a school restroom, but it was much different. A stallion's tongue can find the most erotic spots from having constant access to a fleshlight or from a vagina being the first door they go through. I felt his tongue inch its way further down, his snout burrowed into my anus, tongue stretched to its limit to fill my pucker.
"The kid's a natural. I've never seen him do this before." Corp said, looking over at Brixxi.
Brixxi watched over, swallowing softly. "I've taken him out several times to several places... Several places such as bars and places with willing, heavy-bottomed mares."
"Really? I just told him to lie down, because I wanted to watch him squirm. Heh. Good job, Brixxi."
"Thanks."
I stood back up, having moaned all of my moans, desensitized for the time being of any pleasure. Upon the action of standing, I felt Rooki's hooves attempting to pull me back onto his face, although he was gasping for air from the prolonged event. After I managed to stand, I turned around to look down at him. "Danke!" I said loudly, though after realizing I had done frivolous actions with a minor, my ears lowered. I suppose I was becoming more like my uncle Brixxi the more time I spent with him.
"You look like you need a ginger ale and Tylenol, Adler. Let me help you with that." Brixxi said, grinning devilishly. He already had his way with me, but I didn't know what was occurring. I drank the liquid down as I do with most liquids, and swiftly drifted off into a deep sleep.
I awoke in a bed foreign to me, but quite cozy. The pillows were big and fluffy, I no longer felt stretched and filthy, and there was another mare sleeping beside me, though, above the comforter. Her cutie mark shared a swastika like mine, but hers had a pink heart around it. "Errr, hallo? "Sprecken zie Deutsch?" I said softly, nudging her shoulder. The mare opened her eyes with a stretch and a yawn, kissing me without warning on the lips. "Ja, guten morgen fraulein~"
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Would you, in any opportunity, preface a post by saying you like the idea of fucking dogs and/or horses?
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Oh boy, we got a lot to talk about it seems.
  1. To elaborate on how I discovered my pedophilia; I figured it out when I noticed as I got older, I still had a sexual attraction to 14 year olds. In 2014 I turned 18 and that's also when I met the PFC. We joked about my potential pedophilia (cause a 3 or 4 year age difference isn't really enough to consider someone a pedo) but it became apparent that however old I get, I will still have this sexual attraction.
  2. The foalcon pony porn stuff didn't really make me think I was more or less a pedo. When I thought about my potential pedophilia I removed fictional beings from the equation. Cause it doesn't matter if I only liked fictional minors. But yeah, that would still make someone a pedo to an extent. Like Sour "Furrgroup" Lemonade who likes some lolicon but he still denies that makes him a pedo to any extent. I think he's just in denial. Also if what you meant by that "Anything rooted in personal history?" thing was something like me getting molested as a child, then no. I don't even understand the concept of being raped as a child causing that child to grow up to want to rape children. It really doesn't make sense to me in the slightest.
  3. Holy shit, I don't know why I thought you wouldn't bring that up. That's a story a weird(er?) friend of mine wrote and for the record it's set in the My Little Pony universe where all the characters are ponies. Not trying to make an excuse, just saying it's a clopfic. All the characters in the story are HARP members. It's poorly written and extremely autistic (as you can see) and when the original HARP channel was still around we focused on the shittiest clopfics, cause it was hilarious to read. As a final note, it was actually banned from fimfiction cause they have autistic standards for what makes something pony related or not.
  4. Rocketsune mentioned me on Twitter and randomly gave some advice. All I did was read it and thought it was interesting. First time I heard of the guy was when he was mentioned in this thread.
  5. Fucking dogs? No, that's not my thing. Fucking horses? Yeah, I've openly stated before that actual mare pussy looks pretty hot. Here's a bit of a bonus for you, I also really love the look of dolphin pussy.
 
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[HARP Cast] Brixxi said:
Holy shit, I don't know why I thought you wouldn't bring that up. That's a story a weird(er?) friend of mine wrote and for the record it's set in the My Little Pony universe where all the characters are ponies. Not trying to make an excuse, just saying it's a clopfic. All the characters in the story are HARP members. It's poorly written and extremely autistic (as you can see)
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Just because you know it's stupid doesn't make it any less nasty and embarrassing to behold.

Pedophilia is wrong. Go get some help before you end up doing something you regret (if you even understand the concept of regret anymore, that is).
 
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Josuke said:
Just because you know it's stupid doesn't make it any less nasty and embarrassing to behold.

Pedophilia is wrong. Go get some help before you end up doing something you regret (if you even understand the concept of regret anymore, that is).
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I hate when people say "get help" it only proves how little you know of pedophilia and the treatment for pedophilic urges.
There is no "cure" for pedophilia, you can't remove an attraction. People tried to turn the gays straight and some gays actually wanted to become straight. But of course as you know you can't get rid of an attraction. What most people fail to realize is that pedophilia is also an attraction *le gasp*. I have no idea how something so simple can go over the heads of so many.
As for the treatment for pedophilic urges; it's basically treatment for those who have the uncontrollable urge to rape and in this particular case it would be the uncontrollable urge to rape children. I have never stated that I wanted to harm or force myself upon children. I am not a rapist, I'm only an offensive comedian.
Also the nastiness of the fanfic was kind of the point, it's an edgy comedy after all. As for the embarrassing side to it, I can kind of see that. But life's too short for me to be embarrassed for a story someone else wrote about myself and my friends.
 
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[HARP Cast] Brixxi said:
There is no "cure" for pedophilia, you can't remove an attraction. People tried to turn the gays straight and some gays actually wanted to become straight.
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It's not the 50s anymore. Quit trying to compare being gay to wanting to fuck kids. And no, no self-respecting homosexual "wants to become straight". The only reason they would want to is so that they could escape the ridicule and fear that came with being gay, all of which was unwarranted because being gay doesn't hurt anyone.

You know what actually hurts people though? Pedophiles.

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Neck yourself.
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