A party full of Wonderbolts, Royal Guards, and Night Guards threatens to go completely out of control unless Spitfire can find a way to redirect the energy of their rivalry into a less destructive activity.
“Yeah, Guardspony pussy is nice and all – I've eaten my share of it – but that's nothing compared to a Wonderbolt.”
Bold words... But now you have to proof it! (Both claims!)
“Hey!” Blue Star cried out. “He was mine!” “And now he's...” Fleetfoot took a slight step forward, groaning as Mango's tip pressed a little too deep for her. She panted a little ... but she was still smiling like a jewel thief who'd gotten away with it. “Now he's mine.”
After reading this I expected Blue Star would tackle Fleetfoot to the ground/table and "proofed" her, that she is sexually superior than her. Afterwards the winner would have gotten the bat. But your idea is good, too!
Anyway, I realised I keep spamming your story with comments like this. Are they too annyoing? If yes, I'll stop.
Bold words... But now you have to proof it! (Both claims!)
After reading this I expected Blue Star would tackle Fleetfoot to the ground/table and "proofed" her, that she is sexually superior than her.
Afterwards the winner would have gotten the bat.
But your idea is good, too!
Anyway, I realised I keep spamming your story with comments like this.
Are they too annyoing? If yes, I'll stop.
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Nah, I love comments! ^.^