Scraps

by CDRW

Plump Plots

"I like plump plots and I cannot lie

You other fillies can't deny

—record scratch—

What's that? What did you just say?

Yes I'm a mare!

What? You think a girl can't appreciate the plot?

The booty?

The bounteous, bodacious, bubbleicious backside?

I want my stallions to have a little bounce!

A little junk in the trunk if you please!

So yeah!

—record scratch—

You other fillies can't deny!

That when a guy walks in with an itty bitty waist

And a round thing in your face

You get libidinous!"

***

The adolescent young mare froze in abject terror as her mom opened the bedroom door and walked in. The older mare looked around the room, taking in the dozens of pictures of a certain young stallion hanging on the wall, the filly frozen mid-dance in the middle of the floor, and the bouncing beats coming from the record player.

Slowly, she lifted her hoof to her temple and rubbed, as if trying to stave off a migrane.

"Look Cadance. I know it's your special talent and all. Just... Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

Cadance's ears drooped as a fire bloomed in her cheeks. Staring down at the carpet, she managed to squeak out. "I won't, mom.

"And where did you even pick up that word? Have you been reading the dictionary to Twilight out loud again?"

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