Nov
1st
2021
Story snippet · 8:42am Nov 1st, 2021
Too short to publish as an independent story:
"I am not drunk!" Sunny whined drunkenly, her glowing wings flapping out of time.
"How much have you have to drink?" Sprout demanded.
"Nothin'!" Sunny said with a stomp. "Ain't had nothin'!"
"How many smoothies?" Hitch asked.
Sunny blinked at him, eyes not quite synchronized.
"The vodka smoothies," Hitch said. "How many?"
"Uh... all of 'em?" Sunny allowed.
Hitch opened the cell door, put a hoof on Sunny's firm butt, and pushed her in. She stumbled and splayed down, flat on her chest.
Sunny stood, turned, and stuck her snoot through the bars. "Y-you can't put me in jail! I'm the saver of all 'estria!"
Hitch booped the glowing unicorn-like appendage on her forehead. "Think of it as horny jail."
Groan & lol!
You're a monster. Good work.
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...you just couldn't resist throwing the word "Firm" in there, could you?
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Sunny's built like a marathoner. It's probably all the roller skating.
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Thanks!
Sunny, how high are you?
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extremely.
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Looks like she's so high she doesn't know her snout has turned into a snoot.
Oh so that's how Sunny can make money off of selling smoothies. They're not "plain" smoothies.
Hitch closed his eyes and drug a hoof down across his face in exasperation. "Sunny... There was a two smoothie limit!"
"I know that!". Sunny sat down heavily, forelegs akimbo in exasperation. "I only had, like, two different types of smoothie!"
"You mean two smoothies?"
"Nuh-uh!" Sunny violently shook her head and toppled over on her back. "Two different kinds: A passion fruit smoothies and a 'no-fat, sugar-free, preservative-free, fibre-free' smoothies!"
Hitch tapped out on the cell floor as he silently mouthed through what Sunny just told him. "Sunny, that's just a 'Big Gulp' cup of vodka!"