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!53BKYS8dZU 02/12/11(Sat)23:25 No.23432441
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 It's good to see that things have quietened down again. So here's an early Valentine's day present from me: a sneak peak of my PinkiexDash story. It's already mostly finished, but I'm collaborating with a draw-friend and I'm going to wait for their OK to post it.
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A week later, Pinkie Pie was on her delivery run for the Cakes. They’d just come back from Fillydelphia with all sorts of new flavours of frosting and sprinkles and sugar-decorations, and Pinkie had spent the previous evening taste-testing them all.
“Oh Pinkie Pie!” Mrs Cake had chuckled tolerantly as the little pink pony devoured a bag of star-shaped sugar-decorations. She and Mr Cake were always careful to bring back twice as much as they needed, knowing full well that Pinkie’s “testing” would make a sizeable hole in their stock. “You always seem so hungry when we come back from our little trip!”
Mr Cake was stirring a pot of batter, and he dropped the wooden spoon from his mouth to say “Now, Pinkie – don’t eat too quickly, or else you’ll give yourself a stomach ache!”
Pinkie looked up from the bag, her cheeks puffed out and full of treats. She looked chagrined, and she nodded.
“Ih bwon’t…” she’d said in a voice muffled with candy.
But she had eaten too quickly, and the next morning she had woken up with a tummy-ache just as Mr Cake had warned her. As she trotted along the cobbled streets of Ponyville with the delivery basket in her mouth, her stomach grumbled in annoyance.
“I’m reeeeally sorry, tummy!” she thought, “But with YOU aching, I can’t feel that other part ache as much!” |
