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// Chapter the Sixth 
// Story: Several Silly Short Stories for Sunday 
// by Admiral Biscuit 
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Having one girl interested in you would be unusual.

Having three is completely out of your experience, but there you are in the bar, and there are no less than three mares swooning over you, appropriately enough one from each tribe.  There’s a lavender pegasus, a greenish unicorn, and a bright red earth pony.

Since you’ve never been in this sort of situation before, you have no idea how to choose.  Or even if you should try.

One part of your mind suggests that when girls fight, it always ends with them kissing to make up, and that’s not a bad way to end things.  Another part of your mind suggests that there’s the possibility that the fun will be doubled or maybe even tripled.  After all, if they’re willing to make out with a person, there might be other inhibitions they don’t have.


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The fact that all three of them follow you home implies that there are many inhibitions they don’t have, and you’re all set to have the best night ever.

At least until you get into proper make-out territory.  Muzzles are soft and velvety and you’ve had enough drinks that kissing a pony doesn’t seem sinful even though it probably is.  Kisses lead to fondling and fondling leads to licking and too late you remember that many animals are brightly colored in order to warn would-be predators that they’re highly toxic.

The only good news is that as you’re dying, you’re still conscious enough to witness them first fighting about the fact that they’ve killed you, followed by the inevitable kissing and making up.