Okay. Somebody left the front gate open, and Baked Bean has gotten out and wandered off again.
If you happen to spot him, do not approach, do not get him wet, do not expose to direct sunlight, and whatever you do, don't feed him after midnight. (It makes him gassy.)
"So..." Bean swallowed once, because that was all he could do with a mouth as dry as one of Aunt Mojette's biscotti. The svelte batpony curled up on his pillow like some sort of huge housecat claiming the best sleeping spot just.... looked back. It was somewhat of a cat-like curious stare, not at all like she was considering a mouse to play with, but more like a dieting pony trying to calculate just what portion of the buffet was off-limits, and what could be gobbled with impunity. "You're First Consort?"
The batpony nodded back. "First of several," she practically purred. "We thought it best not to startle you, since you've been through so much lately. A measured, gradual approach with no pouncing, ravaging, coltnapping, grafagnach, or nultachuism. Until you're ready, of course."
"Uh-huh." Bean considered the open window, but it was likely open for a reason, and he certainly did not want to find out what that was. An oddity in her smooth words concerned him more, though. "First Consort? Out of...?"
A Quick Harem sounds like a serious problem.
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See your doctor today to see if SloHaremâ„¢ is right for you.
"So..." Bean swallowed once, because that was all he could do with a mouth as dry as one of Aunt Mojette's biscotti. The svelte batpony curled up on his pillow like some sort of huge housecat claiming the best sleeping spot just.... looked back. It was somewhat of a cat-like curious stare, not at all like she was considering a mouse to play with, but more like a dieting pony trying to calculate just what portion of the buffet was off-limits, and what could be gobbled with impunity. "You're First Consort?"
The batpony nodded back. "First of several," she practically purred. "We thought it best not to startle you, since you've been through so much lately. A measured, gradual approach with no pouncing, ravaging, coltnapping, grafagnach, or nultachuism. Until you're ready, of course."
"Uh-huh." Bean considered the open window, but it was likely open for a reason, and he certainly did not want to find out what that was. An oddity in her smooth words concerned him more, though. "First Consort? Out of...?"
"Three-hundred and forty seven," she purred.
That's a lot of characters you have there.
Must be a big harem.