A Pony’s guide to a bad story.

by LightningChaser04

2- the beautiful reception.

Just your typical reception. The song “Love is in Bloom” was sung by Sweetie Belle.

[Sweetie Belle]
Love is in bloom
A beautiful bride, a handsome groom,
Two hearts becoming one
A bond that cannot be undone because
Love is in bloom
A beautiful bride, a handsome groom
I said love is in bloom
You're starting a life and making room
For us (For us, For us....)
[Sweetie Belle] [background]
Love is in bloom
A beautiful bride, a handsome groom
I said love is in bloom
You're starting a life and making room
For us, (For us... For us... Aah...)

Love is in bloom
A beautiful bride, a handsome groom,
Two hearts becoming one
A bond that cannot be undone because
Love is in bloom
A beautiful bride, a handsome groom
I said love is in bloom
You're starting a life and making room
For us (For us, For us...)
Your special day
We celebrate now, the pony way
Your friends are all right here
Won't let these moments disappear because
Love is in bloom
A beautiful bride, a handsome groom
I said love is in bloom
You're starting a life and making room
For us, (For us... For us... Aah...)

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Even Scootaloo got a dance with Rumble, a classmate of hers, who regressed when he was younger. Pinkie Pie’s cake, with some sneaky Discord trick on Thunderlane and Rumble. Reminds ya of something? *winks*

An interspeciel wedding. Something that won’t be forgotten anytime soon. Not in another fifty-six quattuorquinquagintillion six hundred forty-three trequinquagintillion two hundred fifteen duoquinquagintillion seven hundred eighty-nine unquinquagintillion eight hundred sixty-five quinquagintillion four hundred twenty-two novemquadragintillion six hundred seventy-four octoquadragintillion three hundred twenty-five septenquadragintillion seven hundred eighty-nine sexquadragintillion six hundred twenty-two quinquadragintillion five hundred eighty-nine quattuorquadragintillion seventy-five trequadragintillion seven hundred eighty duoquadragintillion eight hundred fifty-four unquadragintillion six hundred seventy-four quadragintillion three hundred twenty-three novemtrigintillion five hundred eighty-eight octotrigintillion eight hundred fifty-four septentrigintillion two hundred twenty-five sextrigintillion seven hundred eighty-nine quintrigintillion eight hundred sixty-five quattuortrigintillion two hundred thirteen trestrigintillion seven hundred ninety-nine duotrigintillion eight hundred sixty-five untrigintillion three hundred twenty-two trigintillion seven hundred eighty-nine novemvigintillion eight hundred sixty-four octovigintillion three hundred twelve septenvigintillion seven hundred eighty sexvigintillion eight hundred fifty-three quinvigintillion two hundred sixty-eight quattuorvigintillion seventy-four trevigintillion three hundred thirty-seven duovigintillion nine hundred eighty-three unvigintillion three hundred twenty-five vigintillion eight hundred ninety-nine novemdecillion two hundred seventeen octodecillion eight hundred septendecillion four hundred thirty-two sexdecillion five hundred eighty-nine quindecillion nine hundred sixty-six quattuordecillion four hundred thirty-two tredecillion three hundred sixty-seven duodecillion eight hundred seventy-four undecillion one hundred sixty-seven decillion nine hundred sixty-six nonillion four hundred thirty-six octillion eight hundred eighty-seven septillion five hundred forty-three sextillion three hundred sixty-seven quintillion nine hundred ninety-seven quadrillion five hundred forty-three trillion two hundred thirty-six billion seven hundred eighty-eight million five hundred forty-three thousand three hundred sixty-seven years!

But a certain white-skirted human, was a tiny exception to all that happiness. Her human brothers built a rollercoaster, with an inbuilt slideshow of Soardash moments.
It was so bustable, and yet so tempting.
——————🥇🥈🥉——————

Even the grumpiest of grumps like Gilda (not my cousin),
Mr. Potts (from a match-3 apple arcade game i play),
Cranky Doodle Donkey
Candace Flynn (ok, she’s not that grumpy.)
were d’awwing.

Author's Note:

Don’t ask how they got there. Just be happy there wasn’t the usual “Curse you, Perry the Platypus” or fedora-wearing platypuses. Platypi? Platypeople?