Still think pony sex rituals are stupid, though. Too much gabbing, not enough static discharge.

Because he didn't look enough like an off-brand Pikachu.

"Back to stock up on more soup?" Plenty asked, spying the large, gallon-sized glass jugs he carried: one under each arm and a third hooked on his prehensile tail.
"Obviously," he confirmed, his wings spreading a tad in excitement. "Nobody carries meat around here, let alone lobster."

Wait, she can produce bisque? I wasn't sure before, but now I'm on board.

A bizarre yet believable application of earth pony magic. Fascinating ideas at work. Not really my kink, but the premise is enough to keep me reading regardless. I want to see where you go with this next.

This is my jam. Looking forward to future chapters.

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I figured it would be, lol.

Her expression turned smoldering, and the sight of it froze Biff in place, instantly mesmerized. "Alright, lover boy, I've got an itch that needs scratching. Be good and help me take care of it, okay?"

Biff sat up off her her tit,