Sometimes you lose yourself in your own narcissism. That's when you find out you might be the bad guy.
Celestia is invited to the the nine hundredth party for the Mane Six in Ponyville. She discovers the wonderful liquid that Sweet Apple Acres creates. She loses all inhibitions and runs rampant over the small town of Ponyville. What does this have to do with cutie marks?
Random thought I came up with in an hour. The random tag is there for a reason cause I have no idea where this came from.
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Lol.
And I was wondering how Discord would come in...
I was hoping for a little Flutterdash there at the party... (as per part of your user name..) but I can live with the crazy laughs as they are.
Its good to see more from you.
2441652 As I put in my blog post- It was going to be a really silly story.
Glad you got a kick out of a story that took a very short time to write.
YAY PRINCESS OF STALLIONS.
SO GOOD.
That was THE most ironic ending i have ever seen. And that's saying something. Good story though, laughed my ass off.
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Thanks for the comment. I was going for the irony. I love irony and puns in comedy. And glad you liked the story. It was a blast to write.
An amazing work to grace the realms of comedy, both tragic and so non-sequitor, there never was such a masterpiece. From flowers didst your mane grow and depths of Celestial cheer, to humor harking back to Wiggleimpaler himself, you've captured elements of 'humor as tragedy', 'humor as surprise' and 'humor as a reflexive defense mechanism'. Author, in thy orisons may all my praise be remembered. Was there ever any reason to doubt the great and legitimate Coshki, nay, I say-! Nay, I say! No doubt must come to my bronze god of many children, wives and scullery servant gladiators dressed in spiked leather...!
Ia! Ia! IA! IA!