//------------------------------// // Bonus Chapter: Slap dat shit hard. // Story: Slap my Hoof. // by Szalhi //------------------------------// Da conga went on fo' two minutes before it sadly came ta a end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin' fo' realz. As funk as tha Conga is, it never lasts dat long. But it didn’t take dem long ta Figure up how tha fuck Attemptin ta jump stops tha conga. 12 minutes earlier "C’mon muthafuckas, we need ta find a way outta all dis bullshit. We’ve been goin fo' 2 hours. We’re not Pinkie Pie." Twilight shouted as she Conga’d round tha room. Da taunt had gone fo' 2 minutes n' they was short of lyrics on how tha fuck ta stop tha conga. "Yes, that’s what tha fuck we’re trying. But obviously, they don’t seem ta work," Rainbow Dash pointed up as Spike tried every last muthafuckin thang from bangin tha fuck into walls ta struttin off tha lil' small-ass ledge dat entered tha library, just ta land grill flat n' still congaing "I guess i’m stuck like dis forever n' shit. Not like you muthafuckas can pick me up," Spike complained as he kept congaing, placin his wild lil' feet on tha air from his thugged-out lil' position. "Yo ass know what, biatch? Maybe you didn’t fall high enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce yo. Hang on, i’m goin ta fall down tha stairs." Rainbow Dash holla'd as she approached tha staircase. Now, how tha fuck do i git up, biatch? Jump or something, biatch? This conga’s not lettin me fly. Or step up dat dunkadelic hoe thought when she moved up ta dat shit. I guess i just jump. Little did she know, jumpin would be tha key ta her answer n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch attempted ta jump up but ta no avail. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn’t even leave tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Wait what’s this, biatch? No mo' conga? "Holy Buck. This do not feel like conga. Wait, be i even congaing?" Biatch holla'd ta her muthafuckin ass as she examined her muthafuckin ass. "Nope, no Conga." "Has you done any luck Rainb…" Twilight stopped (As much as dat thugged-out biiiatch could) n' stared all up in tha now not congain Rainbow Dash. "Hmm, I never thought fallin down tha stairs would’ve straight-up worked." Twilight holla'd as she approached tha stairs. "Actually, I didn’t fall down tha stairs." Twilight stopped n' turned her muthafuckin ass around. "Well, i’m glad i don’t gotta fall down tha stairs. Tell me, how tha fuck did you stop." "Wal- Conga’d off a cold-ass lil cliff" Rainbow Dash joked. "Ok, well, What, biatch? How tha fuck is you still kickin it?" Twilight axed Rainbow Dash curiously. "I never strutted off a cold-ass lil cliff. I just tried ta jump n' it stopped tha conga." Twilight rolled her eyes at Rainbow Dash’s joke. Walkin off cliffs. Great thang Twilight. An minute had passed n' tha three had managed ta stop tha conga n' was restin as they had drained they juice wit two minutez of congaing. "Conga, is the, most, stupidest, thang, i’ve, ever, seen." Twilight remarked lookin all up in tha Conga reel on tha floor. "I thought dat shiznit was fun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. For bout one hour." Spike holla'd recoverin from lyin grill flat on tha library floor fo' thirty minutes. Right at dat moment, A big-ass flash rocked up in tha box dat housed tha reel. Investigating, Twilight went up n' over ta tha box ta peep what tha fuck has happened. Another reel n' a key. Frustrated wit findin another key, Biatch slid tha box over ta tha other two before struttin outta tha room. "Another reel fo' you ta enjoy." Hmm, betta be as funk as conga" Spike holla'd gettin up n' openin tha box yo. Dude took up tha reel n' tha respectizzle key n' banged tha key tha fuck into tha lock. "Yo wait up, I need ta peep what tha fuck we unlock straight away." Rainbow Dash holla'd as she quickly gots up n' went up ta Spike. Turnin tha key on tha lock, Da reel flashed before once again n' again n' again revealin a funky-ass button yo, but wit a picture of 2 figures holdin they appendages up n' pressin dem against each others. There was a tag on it dat holla'd "High five" "Oh def yo. High five biaaatch! I have no clue what tha fuck dat is. But i’m tryin it up n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do." Rainbow Dash holla'd grabbin tha reel n' examinin dat shit. "If it has a funky-ass button, tha button must be pushed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Hurry up n' do dat shit." Rainbow Dash pressed tha button on tha reel. Da reel disappeared before her big-ass booty stood raised her right fore hoof up in tha air. "SLAP MY HOOF!" Rainbow Dash holla'd facin towardz Spike n' holdin tha position. "Do you straight-up want me ta do that?" "Just slap dat shiznit son!" Spike Rose his claw as he proceeded ta slap her hoof. "OOH YEAH. That felt so good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! But it also looked so boring. Maybe we can work on dat shit." "Hang on, i be thinkin we can do better." Spike holla'd as tha Reel reappeared n' he grabbed it pushin tha button again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Now you slap mah claw!" Rainbow Dash went up ta slap his claw before stoppin n' movin away from his ass before flyin up ta him, slappin dat shit. "Oh mah god, dat felt so pimped out!" Spike shouted as Rainbow Dash almost crashed tha fuck into a wall. "It’s like bustin it normally yo, but 200% cooler!" Rainbow Dash holla'd as she recovered from tha momentum. "What’s up in there dat make it 200% cooler?" "Oh shiiiiiiiit, we’re not takin it apart ta peep what’s inside. We may not be able ta put it back together again." Spike holla'd thankin dat Rainbow Dash was insistin on openin it up. "Do you straight-up be thinkin dat i would do that, biatch? I don’t even know how tha fuck ta open it without breakin it open." "But, i be thinkin we can make it 2000% coola playa! At tha moment it’s just us. But, We need ta brang Pinkie here like a muthafucka." "So, you wanna use pinkie’s witchcraft?" "Fuck dat shit, i just want her ta peep dat shit. I know she’d like it alot n' she’d make all dat shiznit funk wit her weird powers!" "So, basically, witchcraft?" Rainbow Dash sighed. "Yes, Witchcraft. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’s definitely a masta of witchcraft." "Well she is. Witchcraft is like magic yo, but different. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’s not a Unicorn so dat thugged-out biiiatch can’t actively use magic." "Yo ass sound like Twilight." "Oh damn, I do! Hurry, help me flush it up by slappin mah claw!" Spike holla'd as he rose his bangin right claw up. Rainbow Dash stood back as she rose her right hoof. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch moved forward n' slapped Spikes Claw hard. "Oh wow, I feel so much mo' betta n' shit. C’mon let’s git Pinkie!"