Super Gypsy Lord Admiral Nyronus Shachza Shouldn't Write Shipfics, Volume II

by Shachza


Berry Punch and Derpy Hooves are Shmoopy Boos.

Hearts and Hooves day. A day for lovers.

Berry Punch hated it was the burning passion of a thousand suns. She was a single mother, and every year she felt like she was a little bit less attractive.

No stallion really wanted a singel mom, that was a sad fact. And if there was a stallion who did, well, he'd go for someone a little bit younger, a little bit cuter, or at least someone who could actually spell “Celestia” on a banner.

Luckily, Berry Punch has a trick up her sleeve.

Technically, it was up Zecora's sleeve.

Technically, it wasn't up anypony or anyzebra's sleeve, since they didn't normally wear clothes.

Point being, if you can't attract stallions with your good looks, you can use your bits to buy a love potion that will fix your problems. That's right, in Equestria you can buy love.

Berry Punch had spiked a bottle of her own wine with the love peoint.

She remembered what had happened to Cheerilee and Big Mac but was willing to risk it anyways.

She looked up and down the market for a suitable stallion to let sample her special bottle.

The sun was hot, though, and Berry had a few too many drinks from her other sample bottle. By the time noon had rolled around, she was two sheets to the wind.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Thunderlane gliding down from a cloud, and Flitter and Cloudchaser were nowhere near him. So she quickly opened her special bottle, poured out two glasses, and waited.

Would you like a free glass of wine, that was what she was going to ask him. And she'd give him the glass, and then . . . and then. . . .

“Really good wine, Berry. Can I buy a bottle?”

She snapped her head around. One of her special cups was empty, and it could only have gone into the belly of the grey mailmare.

Berry shrugged. It wasn't what she'd been planning, but—she lifted the other glass, swallowed it in one gulp, and looked Derpy right in the eyes.

One minute later, they were snogging; two minutes after that, Thunderlane peered over the edge of the booth just in time to see the two mares playing a game of flats.