Author: tytyvm
Prompt: . . .
Title: Losing Coherence
"Excuse me? Excuse! Me!? Son, do you realize what you just did!? You touched me! You. Touched. Me! Step outside. Step! Outside!"
You’re now staring down the muzzle of a very large and very angry stallion…mare…thing! “Oh Celestia what is that!?”
Now pined against a dingy, cobble stone wall, your ears and knees buckle before its hideous mask of a face.
“Wait-wait-wait!” You cry.
The creature freezes its now fully primed limb; prepared to unleash a c-c-c-combo breaking left hoof. Glaring at you with its beady, baby blue eyes, the beast snorts out an undignified, cherry-sweet puff of breath.
You spew out your first thought that comes to mind, “Okay! Okay-okay! You’re missing the game! Let me tell you who’s on first!”
Some colt in the corner of the bar yells, “Haha! What’s on second!”
His neighbor screamed in ecstasy, “I love that bit! Wooo! Hey buddy!? I don’t know’s on third! Ha-Haaaaaa!”
Your ugly assailant with the sexy, heart-shaped cutie mark deadpans.
You looking forward into the monster’s face. “Uhhh. So as I was sayin-“
“No!” It screams; smashing its hulk arm into the stone besides your head.
You would later define that moment as the one in which you defended your pride and honor. In reality, you shrieked like a banshee straight out of a Harry Trotter midnight viewing on its birthday…hanging with Justin Hoover…with pie…but less joy.
The rabid being was inches from your luscious mustache, its chiseled lips mere sparks from yours. A record hit the turn table and the musi-“What? What the buck are you writing!?”
“I am making the magics!”
“Wha-!?”
“Deal wit-it!”
They kissed with a passion so deep that the deepness became passionate and inversely more deep! The bow-chika-wow-wow level had been cranked to eleven and Luna burst through the door to proclaim that, "The yum has been doubled!"
“And that is how Equestria was made!” The bar looks at you like you’re half as crazy as you really are. The mare who had been asking about hanging out turned around and ran…trotted…scampered…let’s stick with ran…ran away. You chirp like a bird and fly away into the bitter cold, warm night. You final thought is, "And now the title makes sense."