Adventures in Homeownership with Sunny Skies and Dusky Sparks: Rap
“That is it! I’m going over there right now!”
“What? Now? But it’s late.”
“Exactly!”
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Rap Rap Rap
Dusky’s head shot up, her left ear twitching toward the door. “Did you hear that?”
Sunny Skies groaned and mumbled something unintelligible, her voice laden with pleading distress.
“Shhh!” Dusky said as she wiped her muzzle with a forehoof. “I’m trying to listen. I think somepony is—”
Rap Rap Rap
“—at our door.”
Sunny Skies moaned something that may or may not have been both a curse and a threat of terrible retribution if her partner did not return to the task at hoof and completely forget that they even had a front door.
“Who would be at our door at this hour?”
Sunny’s reply came in the form of a series of movements that amounted to little more than shifting her weight from side to side and causing the bed to squeak, yet somehow managed to convey the message, “Who the buck cares? We’re busy.”
A towel flew out of the bathroom in a magenta field to finish the job of cleaning Dusky’s muzzle as she trotted toward the door. “I’m going to see who it is.
Recognizing a lost cause when she saw one, Sunny whinnied in defeat and did her best to relax, which, given her current predicament, was not an easy task.
Rap Rap Rap
“I’m coming!” Dusky called, moving down the short hall toward the door. An incomprehensible call from the bedroom made her look back over her withers and add an unamused, “Har. Har. Har.”
Opening the door, she came face-to-face with her neighbor. He did not look best pleased. Undeterred, she smiled sweetly at the grumpy stallion. “Hello, Prof. Sycamore. Can I help you with something?”
"Where's your marefriend?"
Sparks’ brow knit into a frown. "My wife is a little tied up at the moment, not that it’s any of your business."
"Well, I guess I'll have to start with you,” he went on, either failing to notice or care about the glare sent his way. “I doubt her Royal Highness would appreciate her name being screamed in such a vulgar context...
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A few minutes later, out of the corner of her eye, Sunny watched her wife hobble back into their bedroom. With shuffling steps, she sat beside Sunny at the edge of the bed, a look of abject horror on her face. Nuzzling her flank, Sunny looked up at her love with questioning eyes.
Dusky ran a hoof through Sunny’s mane, her eyes still lost in some middle distance. “I think we need thicker walls.”