Track 4.
I nearly stumbled over my latest copy of “International Geographic.” Good, the evening was saved. I prepared a little nest for myself on the sofa, with soda and ice cream. The latest “Doctor Whooves” audio drama was coming on, and I wasn't gonna miss it for the world.
This was my weekend entertainment, science and Doctor Whooves. But at some point, I started tuning out the plot of the episode, and the photographs of naughtily clothed tribal zebras began to look more enticing... Damn libido, this was an itch I was tired of scratching myself.
I considered my options. there was at least a hundred ponies who'd be more than willing to share my bed in the area, at least a dozen of which had already given me their number... And just about all of them would talk about The Night They Fucked DJ Pon3 until their jaw fell off or a reporter noticed, whichever came first.
Who could I trust to be discreet about this? A list appeared in my mind, but it was quickly whittled down due to personal or geographic incompatibility until only one name remained. My old boyfriend I dumped back in magic high school, the kindest and most bashful stallion you'll ever find. I wonder if his acne have improved...
I went back to fantasizing over the striped equines while Doctor Whooves ran away from some threat in the background and the ice cream slowly melted.