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Bandy


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A mare's voice, tucked away in the fleeting recesses of an everyday breeze, finds three certain fillies from Ponyville.

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“Now—quiet, the both of you!” she sputtered angrily, swiping at the tiny pebbles lodged in her tail. “This is no way to treat your friends.” Her only reply was the continued droning of Scootaloo’s and Apple Bloom’s voices, still locked in a stalemate. >> Shouldn't that have been Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle? Who is trying to do what now :rainbowhuh:

Ignoring her friend's hesitation, Scootaloo rushed up to the two other Crusaders. >> Should remove 'other' unless there really are two other ponies besides Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.


Scootaloo sure is crazy. Nice story, just one of this quick just for fun fics. Liked it for the most part, fun little romp with the CMC :3

2108947 Oopsie derpsies. Thank you for catching that.

“Base jumping!”

Count me in on that one!

“Explosive ordinance creating!”

Disposal is much more fun!

Damn, that was a cruel story, becoming so obbsoive with one thing that you turn away from everything else around you, why must the Gods be so cruel:fluttercry: For a second I though she was Mother Nature but now I know she's not. Funny story, but cruel....damn:facehoof:

Commence read.

That mysterious mare sure gave the Crusader something to take to heart.

Damn it!:flutterrage: Cant belive i missed that...:fluttershbad:

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