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// Quibble Pants Makes OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 
// Story: I Found My Laptop! Now I Can Write ¢r@pp¥ Stories On It Again Instead of Packing for BronyCon! 
// by Super Trampoline 
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Quibble Pants suddenly appeared. "Wow, Rainbow Dash won't sleep with me, but Rarity, you're pretty hot yourself! You want to make out?

"Sure!" Said Rarity, who was quite aroused by all this blood and death. She was after all also a serial Killer, according to Brony Writer. I'd personally take that with a grain of salt myself. Anyway, Rarity and Quibble's tongues met and intertwined in sweet sweet ecstasy. It was all very slobbery.

"Hey, can I join please?" asked Night Light, who was having a very bad day.

"Shhthrr!" replied the two lovers swapping saliva. That was "Sure," but it was kind of hard to hear them with them sucking face.

Night Light stuck his own tongue into the frenzy for some sweet three-way tongue action.

So why, Rarity asked telepathically, since they couldn't really talk and their tongues were all touching and when your tongue is touching another person's you can communicate with them, are you joining us today?

Because my wife, Twilight Velvet, you know, Twilight's mother...

We know who she is, the other two telepathed in unison.

Right, well, it turns out she's having an affair with Celestia, and that just doesn't sit right with me.

Oh Darling, that's hella rough, Rarity responded, while inching her hoof lower down Night Light's barrel towards Night Light's flashlight. I'd be sad too if my wife cheated on me with a gay Nazi. Let's cheer you up. I know just the pony to give this story a happy ending.

And then Flitter appeared and made it a four way tongue tug-of-war, but when Flitter licks ponies they fall asleep, so that didn't last too long.

Oops.