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// 61. You Guess the Title! 
// Story: Fuzzy Fluffy Fables 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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Pinkie Pie whistled to herself, skipping gaily through Sugar Cube Corner afterhours.  Her shift was well and truly over, but she wasn't ready to head home yet.  The Cakes, tired of cooking all day had ordered pizza for themselves and offered her a slice!  She loved pizza!  Even if it wasn't actually like pie, though in some places it WAS a pie!  In Canterlot City though, pizza was flat, round, and eight to ten slices of heaven, depending on size!

Pinkie was just finishing her fourth lap of the main lobby when the front bell buzzed.  She squealed in pure carbaholic glee and rushed to the door.  "Pizza's here!"

When she yanked open the door, Flash nearly dropped the box he was holding while leaning against it and trying to fish the receipt and a pen out of his pocket at the same time.  Thankfully for the pizza, Pinkie was fast enough to save it from hitting the sidewalk.  She held it up over her head like the uber-experienced waitress she was, using just her fingertips, cocked her hip to the side and grinned down at Flash Sentry.  "Hey you!  I hope this has the all the toppings we ordered or someone's going to be making two trips tonight!"

Flash groaned out something unintelligible, one shaky hand rising with the prepaid slip.

Pinkie yoinked out of his hand and slammed the door behind before bouncing her way over to a large table.  She dropped the box down and dropped herself to her knees, eyeing the table top from a low angle.  It was the way Gummy saw the world and it gave her a thrill to think of pet alligator hunting and taking down a wild pizza beast!  She knew he'd lie in wait until just the right time - which look at the clock, was right now! - and then make his move and lay his soon-to-be-meal's defenses low.  Pinkie yanked the box open , throwing back the cardboard and gazing with hunger...lust...lunger? primal emotion at the tender, steaming, melty goodness of it's innards!





She could smell it!  She could almost taste it!  Which her stomach then reminded her brain that she could do, the Cakes had said so!  Pinkie growled low in her throat, opening her jaw wide to snap at the crusty bones of her prey and feel its cheesy flesh and tomato basil blood run down her her gullet.  Then her brain reminded itself that she wasn't an alligator, and the Cakes always got mad when she left sauce on the ceiling.  So she stood up, grabbed a napkin and tucked it gently into the collar of her shirt.

"Okay!  Now remember brain, and you listen too stomach, we only need one piece!  These shorts are getting tight already and you remember what happened last time..."  Pinkie shivered at the memory.  It was mostly a good memory, really.  But it ended with her getting banned for life from the Chinese buffet, and that part was still scary.  And depressing.

Pinkie grabbed a single slice of hot, fresh pizza, licking her lips and patting herself on the back for her superior self control.







The top button on Pinkie's shorts burst, rocketing off toward the back of the shop.  Pinkie looked down at her cheese stained napkin bib and protruding belly.  "Oh goddamn it."