>> |
!!vGFyxi9fnOL 09/16/11(Fri)04:14 No.29710769>>29710641 Dash slinked through the door, teeth on edge, weather foreman jacket nearly in ribbons. She smelled like ozone and singed fur, and more than a little damp. Drips landed on the hard wood floor, a little harder every time she shuddered. Pink eyes tried their damndest to scorch holes in the far side of the living room.
Pinkie gasped, barely eking "Dash, what happ-"
"Get out the butter oil, the gag and The Big Blue One. I'm going to go shower," she bit out, gravel and hellfire. The sky-blue rakehell stomped her way to the shower.
Pinkie's heart raced and she licked her lips. A bad day for Dash was a great day for Pinkie -- The sparkly-pink mare'd work out all the kinks in her wild blue bolt of a wife, she tittered, collecting the whipped cream for good measure ... |