Still waiting on the upside down mind fuck Pinkie Pie chapter where everyone is just left confused and mildly disturbed, including Pinkie.

"Wait, you think I wanted to have sex with a filly? That's just sick!" Pinkie cried out.

"Please, Ms. Pie. You can't lie to us. We have records of your clear intent to seduce and have sex with a foal," Chris Hansen said seriously

"What are you talking about? I never wrote anything about seducing anyone. Heck, I haven't even been able to get Cheese Sandwich to ravage my plot hole and trust me, I've tried," Pinkie said and threw her fetlocks up in the air. "Sure, he'll go out with me steady and do everything couples do, but ravish me? No, wait for marriage he says. Well what if I want to be ravaged, huh? What if my virgin body is fucking ready, huh?" Pinkie said angrily, getting in Chris Hansen's face. "Oopsie, got carried away. But, yeah, I haven't even written poetry for Cheesy, nevertheless whoever you think I tried to elicit sex from," Pinkie said.

"Um..." Chris Hansen said, irritated. "We're referring to your intent to have sex with a foal, not this Cheese Sandwich character. We have all of your messages talking about your intent to give Swetie Belle a party that she'll never forget."

"That's what I was going to do! I'm a party planner, and Sweetie for some reason was feeling shy and wanted a party to herself and while parties are fun with more people and it was kind of weird she didn't want her friends there, I couldn't couldn't just turn her down, could I? Parties alone are just sad and no one should ever have to be alone!" Pinkie said.

"With all due respect Ms. Pie, this is just getting sad. Your messages clearly illustrate your desire to have sex with an underage foal. Especially your euphemisms about tongue twister paint a rather explicit image,"Chris Hansen said.

"Wait, you mean this game?" Pinkie said, pulling out a box with a lively cartoon picture of foals playing a game of twister that authorized the inclusion of the tongue as a limb that must touch a colored circle as well. Apparently it was an extreme edition.

"Uh, wait that's a real game? Okay...then. Well, clearly the special head fuzzy juice refers to alcohol," Chris Hansen said.

"No it doesn't. Read this,"Pinkie said, and pulled a bottle and showed its label to Chris. It read Special Head Fuzzy Juice's Genuine Non Alcoholic Apple Juice. A small note at the bottom of the label said, "Special Head Fuzzy Juice has spent close to seventy years refining his recipe for a nutritious and tasty juice perfect for keeping young and developing foals hydrated and healthy."

"Okay, this is ridiculous," Chris Hansen said, left eye twitching. "We know you are a pedophile Mrs. Pie. How else can you interpret what you wrote to Sweetie Belle, 'Trust me, when we're done partying you're going to be all sweaty and then the best part comes and all the toys are going to be wet, you're going to be wet, I'm going to be wet and we're all be exhausted and satisfied'?"

"Mr. Hansen? Can I ask you a question?" Chris, taken aback, nodded reluctantly. "How hot is it outside?" Pinkie asked.

"Um. I don't know-and how does this have any relevance to the discussion at hand, Mrs. Pie?" Chris Hansen asked.

"It's 98 degrees outside. Of course we're going to sweat. Which is why I brought these," Pinkie said with a flourish and pulled out five filled water balloons from her mane.

"Oh come on!" Chris Hansen shouted.

Or something like that.

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7695158 I won't lie. I have no idea why you typed that or what it could possibly mean, if anything.

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