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CategoricalGrant


"I haven't seen a bigger waste of talent since Dan Marino." -Roselucky Seven

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Since the very dawn of ponykind, drinking has been a social activity shared between friends and a method by which social bonds are strengthened, achievements are celebrated, and oaths are sealed.

It is also an excuse for Rainbow Dash to get touchy with you.

A 2nd Person Pony Self-insert x Rainbow Dash cuddlefic.

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Rainbow Dash’s glare narrows and she grits her teeth. “Is that a challenge?” she asks, steely frustration coating her voice.

Ya shouldn't'a did that.

Heh heh, Dash being embarrassed to be sweet and snuggly is always adorable

Great Story CGrant!!! This is one of your best if not your best!!!:pinkiehappy:

This is great. Nice light hearted cuteness.

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I’m really glad you enjoyed :3

This was great!
Actually reminds me a bit of how I met my wife, hahaha.

WE NEED A SEQUAL! WE NEED A SEQUAL! PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE MAKE A SEQUEL!

“Ah, crap,” you lament quietly. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

of course i shouldn’t

The Kicking Chicken was a relatively quiet, dusty, and campy bar on the outskirts of Ponyville, butting up right against the local creek. It wasn’t well advertised from the outside, and the inside wasn’t a showstopper either. A half-functioning dartboard, a pool table with missing balls, stools with torn tops, and a counter with the tendency to stick patrons with splinters were the only real attractions...

How do you even get a dartboard to function halfway?

“It was totally weird,” Rainbow Dash mused, appearing to stare through you as her hoof rested against your chest. “You didn’t taste like anything!”

I have tasted myself. It rounds up about the same as what Dash is saying.

“Carry meeeee,” she whines, wrapping her forelegs around your neck again.

i remember doing that when i was 5
:-)

As soon as you hit the sheets, Rainbow Dash scurries to lie on top of you, resting her muzzle under your own. As if it was a practiced movement, she lets one of her legs nestle in-between your own before reaching out a hoof to run up and down your side, from under your forearm down to your cutie mark.

I don’t think that it should be forearm.

This was great!
Actually reminds me a bit of how I met my wife, hahaha.

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