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// Old Stallion 
// Story: Caverns & Cutie Marks: Companion Stories 
// by TheColtTrio 
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	“Hello mares,” Purple Heart greeted, a smoulder smile on his face. The Mane Six blinked at him in confusion. “Look at your colt.” They looked at Wits. “Now back to me, now back at your colt, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me.”
Simultaneous blink.
“But if he stopped using mare-scented body wash and switched to Old Stallion, he could smell like he’s me. Look down-”
They looked down.
“Back up. Where are you? You’re on a boat with the colt your colt could smell like.”
Sure enough, they were standing on a sailboat rocking gently on the waves in the middle of nowhere.
“What’s in your hoof?”
They looked at their respective hooves. Empty.
“Back at me. I have it; it’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds! Anything is possible when your colt smells like Old Stallion and not a mare. I’m on a horse.”
“I get to say the commercial next time,” Light Patch grumbled from beneath Purple Heart.
“Hush,” Purple Heart chided, looking back at the mares.
“Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-friendship!” Wits whistled.
The Mane Six all blinked again at the three colts. Wits End pouted.
“I thought of it. It’s my line.”
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“Wat?”