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// 3 Dice: Foalcon Group Prompt Collab 
// Story: An Album of Amat! 
// by lyra_lover777 
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			The two mares, one tall and gray like a windswept, churning sea , the other short, rather plump, and a faded lavender tone, made their way towards a sea of blinking lights and cawing laughter.
The gray pegasus, named Ditzy Doo, looked down at her lover and daughter. It was an interesting relationship, and it earned them many a caw and cackle as well as scowls and frowns. Incest they would shout. Foalconies they would rant. But they blocked them out, living their rather interesting relationship to the fullest.
Dinky smiled up at her mom, and nuzzled her affectionately. It was an action that they did as often as breathing. They were constantly comforting each other, constantly trying to keep each other cheerful and trying not to fall into the dark abyss that was depression.
You see, Dinky’s father had died almost two years ago in a horrible accident while he was heading to Canterlot to visit his mother and father. He was caught in the crossfire of a gang fight, and was mortally injured. He only lived for an hour in the hospital before he passed away.
The two then found their love for each other in the aftershocks of his death; they leaned on each other for support, helping each other to try and banish the dark feelings inside themselves at the same time.
Their affectionate kisses turned from comforting to passionate to heated until one night it went a step past motherly love. But the two never stepped back over that confining line, and both doubted either would.
But now the duo had arrived at the doors of the Trottingham Casino. The two had moved right away to a city far from their old residence, Ponyville, after the death of their husband/father. The town of Ponyville reminded them too much of him, and both doubted that they would have made it if they had not relocated to the village of Trottingham.
Ditzy Doo, not paying attention as she tried to press down her growing lust for Dinky, accidentally walked right into one of the guests of the Casino that was departing. They both toppled, and Ditzy Doo righted herself with her wings before losing control and smashing a noticeable hole in the Casino wall.
The vendor frowned at them when they approached the entrance. Ditzy hoofed over some extra bits for the wall and then showed him a special card she had gained from the owner, a dear friend of hers, that allowed her and Dinky, underage as she was, into the gambling facility for free.
The vendor growled but pushed the doors open for them. The two thanked him, the guard grunting in response.
The two had begun to frequent this certain spot. They had at least been here twice this month, and another ten times in the months before. Dinky was worried her mother was developing an addiction, but she hadn’t been able to corner her about it yet.
The two sped over to a table in a shadowy corner where a shady looking mare worked. He was the only one there, and in his hooves were two dice and a deck of cards.
The somber mare brightened immediately at the sight of the two specific customers, and quickly set up the dice and cards as the two neared the table.
“Greetings, Chip Flip,” Ditzy remarked as she and her lover took two seats around the gambling table.
Chip Flip smiled at them, and gave Dinky the dice. The blonde filly smiled as she let them go to roll across the table, turning end on end.