Sweetie blinked at the chocolate, then looked at Pinkie. “You want me to eat chocolate you pulled from your mane?”

“Eat the Mane Chocolate.” Pinkie nodded as she began breaking it into pieces.

That made me think of Kid Icarus Uprising. "Floor ice cream gives you health!"
I'm also with Dustin on this. It'll take more then a week before he'll be able to do anything related to fashion again... if ever. What he went through left some deeeeep scars.

Tracking this down, faved and thumbed-up.

Hope to see more in future.

“So what’s the plan?” Pinkie asked, preemptively pulling a pair of headphones out of her mane and slipping them over her ears.

Why are you doing that? And why do I have a distinct sense of ominous foreboding...?

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADER RELATIONSHIP FIXERS! YAY!”

...Ah. That's why. Alas, poor Dustin. I knew him, Horatio; a Digimon of infinite snark.

CUTIE MARK CRUSADER RELATIONSHIP FIXERS! YAY

Uh-oh...
Oh no...
Eeeyup. Called it...
Oh dear...
I̸̬͈̤̯̎̓̀͗'̴̡͉̰̪̘͌͛͒̚͠v̶͔͉͠e̵̤̗̫͉͍͔̓̔ ̶̤̟̻͛͌̄̌͋s̷̜͕̱̠̚͜e̵̘̜͒̔͘̚ͅḙ̸̙͝n̴̼̄̓̃̅͜ ̴̛̙͕̓̓͝h̵̲̱̮̀̄o̴̜̪̩͆̍͝w̸̪̚͝ ̴̢̬̘͕͊ͅt̶͙̰͠h̴͍͈̮̋̊͠i̶̩̟̠̦̙̽̉̈́͊̍̍s̷̢̨̙̘̈́ ̴̨̖̀͛̐͋̕͝ė̵̘̝͊͌͜͝n̴̨̥̩̣̅̎ḓ̸̹̰̬̈́s̸̙̓̆̂!

Easy, girls, it's just an amusing fanfic. No need to have PTSD flashbacks...

“The fuck if I know?!” Scootaloo hissed back, doing the same. “I don't know how to handle a situation like thith!”

Ok what the heck is going on here I am pretty sure the pony that got her cutie mark making the peppermint sticks had the lisp not scootaloo