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SunnyDontLook


I write horse words. Sometimes people pay me to.

Comments ( 15 )

clits don't pulsate homeboy

I loved it; please continue! I want to see the aftermath!

9777866
They wink though, and that was what I was saying.

9777893
I'll consider adding an epilogue, but it's not likely. I kind of like the ending.

Another story in the finished section, I do love this little fic. It the right amount of dark to still be enjoyable plus seeing sadist pinkie is always nice to have around.

9778499
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

Comment posted by theian deleted Aug 13th, 2019

“I can’t have foals silly, my magic would kill anything that isn’t me

.... what?

9781494
I'm kind of implying she made a Faustian bargain for her powers and abilities. And part of that is, she's so magically radiant, that a foal would never be able to live through 10 months or whatever in her uterus.

9781740
breaks immersion for me. might want to put a bit more effort into easing the reader into these things.

You forgot about one other Pie.

I want Limestone to go on a rampage.

“Fuck you pinkie, I just want to run the rock farm,” She said before stabbing into the cage (cake) viciously, before liberating a large chunk of it and bringing it to her lips. It was the perfect temperature. Pinkie was beyond many things, including thermodynamics, apparently. Limestone thought that over before Pinkie bounced over and took her own piece from the cake.

“It’s okay! Remember to finish your cake!” Pinkie said before bouncing off towards the door of the house. Limestone just shook her head. Pinkie was entropy incarnate, and it’s (no apostrophe) opposite.

Meanwhile, she bounced rapidly towards the apple (capitalize) family farm. When she got to the Barn she noticed Big Mac was moving hay around with a pitchfork.

Who is the artist for the fic? Generally, it is a good idea to give credit at the end of the description.

9784912
We don't touch the other Pie.

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