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07/09/11(Sat)22:47 No.27559550>>27558805
It was a peaceful, sunny day. Daisy was enjoying a lovely picnic afternoon with Colton. Suddenly, behind them in the bushes was a rustling noise. They both turned, and stood.
It was only a squirrel.
Nervously laughing, they lay back down. After all, it was such a beautiful day. What was there to fear?
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>>27558838
"...So you see, McIntosh, it's called 'intersexuality,' not that other thing," Mrs. Cake said, blushing.
"An'yer husband don't mind?" asked McIntosh, his own ears flushing bright red.
"Why do you think he married me?" she said, then giggled.
McIntosh didn't know what to say.
>>27558902
The door to Sugar Cube Corner slammed open. There stood Pinkie Pie, wheezing. Her right hind leg hung at a funny angle, and the mane around her lower neck was red, not dark pink.
"Pinkie Pie?" asked McIntosh.
"Maaaaaanes," wheezed Pinkie, then ambled toward them, limping.
>>27558803
"Oh dear, you look awful," said Mrs. Cake, "Why don't you go upstairs to bed, and I'll call-"
McIntosh had seen Fluttershy feed a sick ferret once. The caged ferret was standing calmly next to the mouse, then in an single feral instant it made a merciless and animalistic lunge and then the mouse was dead, twitching in its mouth.
Pinkie grabbed Mrs. Cake and bit into her neck like a ripe juicy apple, in exactly the same manner. |
