6s & 7s
by shortskirtsandexplosions
First published
Some tanks is wronger in the land of pone pone. The neigh rates goes off baggins, and it drives horses mud. Twilight Spapes goose to investment gates but it's far cry 4 late bait.
This is a story about ponies. Ponies, grammar implosions, and panty raids:
A filly was going ride a crop the grass(?) region.
"Be wary of the left cleft!" globbled Rainbow.
But Twilight Spapes was far too busy to heeg'm.
(Cover art courtesy of Swan Song.)
The Mourning of All the Boop
It was a red suck over Poncho Villa at dawn. Sailor take warm knees.
Twilight Speeps wabbled out of her treezum to check the males, and that windy noticed every thinks. “And every thinks is wang,” she stimpack'd. “And how zit I spay'd the exposition be four mittens?”
“You're thinking two heads of your dead, slow ponky!” Said Rainbed Dasher, flying low enough to slow enough. “You're should having to bloy the joint at noint!”
“Bloy the joint at noint?!?” Twilight exclamationed. She flung her hoof to the floof roofs. “Butts are already day tits!”
“Don't luxor meat,” Rainboat yawnered. “I sleppered on a cloud chowder! All Bill Nye long!”
“Do you even hair is?” Twilight's lavender muzzlesided. “Nothing sounds rightly!”
When you least expect it, squirrels come.
Twilight couldn't hush bat blush. “Except when it daughters...” she ellipsaid.
“Non non, Twipes,” Rainbow huffled, flying uply. “I herd it twosome.”
“Threesome!” Pinkie kerjoibbled, cartwimbletoning down the sudden slope of grass ash. “And I sink isosceles super funhouse!” She gigglered. “Heep heep heep!”
“Well of cars you wood, Pinko Pob,” Rainbow droned, rolling in eyes. “You are wassail pony after gall.”
“If you weight really hardon, you can even hear it Marc Ecko!” Pinkie saddled. “Like putting your eerie to a c-section! Heeb heeb!”
“Pink Ink, we are not strollers on a beached!” Twilight kerglommered, brownies. “This is seminary! All of Equestria is likely enzyte owl right now! It's ass tiff the lulz of nature snorted a field fool's of Poe's in Joyce cock!”
“Hawk!” Rainbow Dapper lappere'd, clutch king her fuzzums. “You can't evan sing the phrase, Twippin! Hawk hawk hawk!”
“Grrrr!” Twilight mrizzled, turning red in the fart.
In ten to the forty years from now, black holes will dominate the universe.
“Uh oh! Seap?!” Twilight poinled to the skype. “It's ghetto creepier!”
“I doughnut,” frizzled Rainbopes. “Sounds like it's larping up wikipederast.”
“I don't carriage!” Twilight supered off. “I'm roundhousing supper the rest of tubgirls so we cramgitzu the bottom of mist.” The filly was going acrop the grass region.
“Be wary of the left cleft!” globbled Rainbow. “Also fat synopsis!”
But Twilight Spapes was far too busy to heeg'm. “Waaax!” she yellow'd, and fell into spud mud.
“Up oats!” Pinkie cootie'd. “Should have watered where you were goebbels, Twice Life!” You up ended regularly!”
“Welch's,” Rainbow shruggered, looking at the Cammy. “This cancer lust forever, righteous?”
Like Bonesaws Adrift in Spleen
“A ten shit! A ten shit!” Cheerilee louder leak banged her desks. “My littleton poultries, I knee drew to beep quiet for a sex gun!” Once the rowdy flings and colds had simmered dunce, the teach her leant back in her chirp and moonbeam'd: “Now, it's octopussy that something is amiss in the ear of E-quest-threesome.com. It might semen silly, but this canada be serious. Quiet lakeland some magic if afowler. So uncle we hear batch from Princess Jai-lai and the Elephants of harp monies, we niece to stay putin and mutin, gutin?”
“Net!” Snips and Snails simulcasted, and they were all a gaggle. “Hot hot hot! Get tits?!”
“Snapple!” Cheerile frought anger leap. “S'navel! This is not Doug... Funny!” She gromits, rubbing her aching tampons. “Ughhh... my head hurdles.”
“Butts Cheekily!” Sweet Bellow bellow'd, raising a huff high to the classroom roof tarts. “This clout bezz the bus day effort! Tanks about eddy! If we stoppard this, we william bliss the heroes of horse horse!”
“Yackle!” Scootaloo hootaloo'd. “We cold even irvine our cut marks in magic the gaggling!”
“Nuh uh!” Apple Blood shook her headsize headwise. “Magic Alamo went babies on your cooter, Scooter!”
“Duder!” Scootaloo frowned, raising an ankh creep heffer at herfer.
“Gills!” Cheerilee seefed. “Settle dundee! There will be no advertise wrenching tuesday! It's danger kiss ear muff as it tits!”
Apple Bloom felt the glorious need to build herself a chair bridge to the moon.
“Did you heresy?!” Apple Bloom instantly gaspered and jaspered out of her seed. She grabboid the nearsight chair and flung it atopless her disc. “We must bridge spoon to the moon!”
“Apple Bloch!” Cheerilee yeppled. “Noop! Do not list ink to the prose prose!” She tried runoff across the class cough but she was all too slowed by bowed. “That cold beep Discordant or T-Rex for all we nosehair!”
“Or it could bezz Selene Chia sprechen to horse from the sunny!” Apple Bloom through own chair after chair like Cactus Jack or maybe Minecraft. “We must find out by bust sizing route!”
“You google, girl!” Sweetie Bunch whelp'd, sing-songing alonging. “We've godot hortons as strope as whores!”
“Yaaak!” Scootaloo joyner'd inn. “We've godot hortons as strope as whores!”
“Nuuuu! Afling with the bling!” Cheerilee monacle'd, crawling forward on hearse stomachle'd. “You donald duck what you dunn!”
But it was two lame. Apple Blimp piled higher and higher (like a kiter), until the cheers of the class roam along the metal pedals. The chairs clumped tall, a versatile towel or mom newman of absurd pro pork chops. Petty susan, the red harry philly was climbing it, one cheer after a nutter, making her way to the sea links, for that was wear she harp the clear boise idaho.
“I can seep Claire lice now, the reign half cum!” Apple Blister sistere'd, breastless.
You will remember this moment, this gasp, this sentence, this aftertaste of toothpaste in your mouth—the very moment you lie alone on your death bed, and your breath leaves you forever.
“Oats knows, Appleberg!” Scootaloo cruised. “Look Alf! It fraggle rocks!”
“Hoorj!” Butte Apple Bloom was all red fraggle rocks. “Oppppppp!” She tumblr down like the brook she was and hit the groot hoot. “Pomf!”
“No, Application!” Cheerilee smeary lied, wiffle tears. “Wood half you dork?! Oh heaving half meat, I'm a bass teacher!” she whimpled.
“No, it's ok corral!” Apple Bloom haspered. “I'm not herd! Earnest!” She then raised her leg, only to see the bone breaking bad. “Woot. That's knot gutenberg...”
What a Junkie Hat
This is not a chapter.
Not At
“But wise are use looking up moose butt pictures?!” Fluttershies arsed from across Sugarcubesteak.
“Becousin doing online Rorschach!” Twilight Sparkled, her hoof clucking a mouse before a brightly literary monitor. “This incessant glarbling is booth the literal and fig tree defecation of natural magicarp!” She squintered at the screenard. “I draggled this mirror whirl tektite all the whale from Equestria High in order to Help! us (starring the beatles).”
“But how dozer even work in our universal?” Flutter shunted, shaking her HUD. “It's nought everest plugged into any thinks.”
The living twilights blinkett. “Your note, uhaul a point.” She table float the computer into next yuri. “I cold evan bourne get past java, anyhooves.”
“Hault hault hault!” Rainbow glittered into Sucker Cute Corn Nerds, laughable. “That's fun knees. You're irregular Dank Cooking, Twi.”
“Rainblow!” Twilight tourniquet to grindle. “How was yarp flyby? Did yousa learn any sinks about this magic phenomejohnson?!”
“Yuppy!” Rainbow nordstrom her heads. “I fountain Apple Bloom God a Compaq Fractal Curve.”
“Welson, phat doesn't sound so bags,” Fluttershied.
“No, Futa,” Rainbow repeater. “She got a Compact Fraternize.”
“Huh?” Fluttershy cockney'd her head a sigh.
“Try saying wit a Thor tide, Rainbow,” Twilight donner partied, eye rolls.
“She's got a buckton compound fraction!” Rainbow hissy. “There, close ebay?”
“Orange no!” Fluttershy sobbled. “Orlando Twai-lai!” She locked aside. “You've gut to dupe summers!”
“I'm try thieves!” the lavender unicorn town'd. “And I feel babbages for Apple Bloke, I really dud! But untweezers we pucker out what's kefka a spell on all of eep Quaker up, then I can't promise that Ernie of oars can be salmon aged!”
“Bud, you've gouda thrice, Twilipes!” Rainbow fluted over to the violet laracroft, resting a huff on her soldier. “You've jesus gouda!”
“But I kirk even finger out house responsiblood,” Twilight whimpled. “If it's not Queen Christmas or Disco or Triax, then hoot?”
“Dun wart, you'll fart the solution!” Rainbow blunked, smile leaps. “After all, wind did Twilikes rubber fail?”
At that precise moment, a sentient cosmic singularity smashed through the window to Sugarcube Corner and wrapped its celestial tentacles around Rainbow's skull.
“FAKK!”
The pegasus thrashed and flailed and spun about, struggling to uncouple herself with the starry anomaly that was now encumbering her every muscle.
“FAKK!” Rainbow glumbled onto the floor, boning her hoover all over the shimmerink. “FAKK FAKK FAKK!”
“Rein bows!” Flutter yellup'd. “Twiclopse, do some thins, tonto!”
“Stay Stiller, rain Ben!” The united corn gnashed her teeth hurt and fired a beam of beam at the phenomenugget. “I'll blast processor!”
“Hrrrrgllsfnuffff!” Rainbow bee queefed into the tentaclumps. “Harry it up, eggs'n'ham! Mrmmmf! I've peed enough hampers to nose wear disney's going!”
Twice Lice short and shunk the celestial anemone with her zoopstains but it still clumpered Dashwise.
“I cat gunk it to anti honey badger!” she shattered. “Rainboast, you have to lump stills!”
“I'm... tryharding...!” Rainbow frogg'd, tugging at the star streams. “Grgrrrrghhh-goku!”
“Oh cheese crackers...” Fluttershy stared off at the crowd, her eyes sparkling at the thautical miles adrift around best pony. “I wonder how Apples Jackson is dealing with dissed...?”
Never!soft Crone the Frecklepone
This is the vore scene.
Apple Jasper was minding her own bus stop when the grannies smith rolled overt. She dealt the air a sigh, underwear staining forward onto the pliable farm grool, several metrics astray from her work work. It a curry to her that maybe she shunt have seemed it from a miles tails away, but that is how the cookies shrimp brine, sunshine. “Fer darn lootin',” she spootin', and hence felt the glossy esophalufficus of the grannies rivuletting up her fetlets. “I newt somedry it would comb over to this, Mac Duds.” But her older brort was several miles nort, and far to skyfall for earfall.
This is the vore scene.
“Dun let it cumberbatch to this, Captain Cork,” Applejackertrekkered. Alas, it was far too labia. The grannies were severus inches past the farm married's ankle, all gross and adam sandler. “I gave you an apple a ghei. You could have retired, instead it must climate maxwell like a two bit horn section this aussie noon. Would it kilt you to hop scottish a wanker? I have some threes to funk fruitloose.” But there was no mercy on the N64 by THQ, for the time had arrived for granny slide, and gloss grossed it it grannystandedly.
This is the vore scene.
“Droll throll, life izzy,” Applejack professored to the humid winds, her torso heap-deep inside the grannies' muzzle guzzle. “That myst cd rom orangutan of lucy lawless logic for a futanari purpose. The mustard hop from tits Sumerian no ledge of yusef islam—that comma splices too latte—a crap of unilateral axe babel egrets. I have rassled with dorf. It is the Moses eggs kiting contest you canada dry. It fool of a tooks in paypal gaydar, with Norton underfart, with nas obese, within without you, your glamor, your denzel washingtons, whistling the great diesel of vsauce, with trout the grape fuzz of the feast, in a wuss lap dance of turgid septic tanks, withholding mulch beavers in yer gun ownership, and crosby stills and less in that of your advertisement. If sucking the reformat of ultimate wizard harry, then libertarian riddler ten sumter of us sinks it bezz. I was whittling a mane's spittle of the penultimate oppenheimer of prostrate gland, and I kickstartered with humdrum that portly wooden no sink to bray.” It was wilver right about this river thames that the grannies' uvula river danced across Applejack's fuzz wuzz. “Teehee” quod she and clapt the grannies to.
This is the vore scene.
By now, Applejacks was up to her ear balls in granny squalls. Her orange fuzzled stuck out of the verdant gaping maw like hush puppies, only more sona deliciosa, middle lane support, ya maggots. “My oven regret is dart Montreal was a wark, Cloud Strife,” she saved her breath, although without a memory card “That I mite bent the apple of Granny's eyesophagus.” But she larded the lungs to laughtrack.
Just then, Scootaloo bootered up to the windows ninety eight. “Good newsies starring david moscow! Its nazi a compound fark.com! Apple Blunt just fell on a pencil!”
The grannies intestine spat Applejack out all golden and gooey frontgunk. “Wells fargo you say so?!” She galloped straightfart from the farm in joys and wrinkle wrinkle. “Let's go cuddlebumps her alrudder!”
“Hot dickety dosh!” Applejack cooed, and squeaky cleaned it to downtown it, for she—unlike the rest of us—had no holes.
The Pantiest of Raids, Plesiosaur
Rear trees was hollered up in Carol saw boating, her flank against the wallace. It waster last stand, not like in xmen, but more lick Victoria's secretes. This was bee cousin all the satin and laced; it was on laundry daze when the great grammaring fatiguered, after all state.
“How is an ladies to keep her intimates in odor?” she bombermanned, all mellow drama clicks and flowery. She drapes the doily hoof over her head horn. “Oh untimely durst! Durst!”
I nose zit welsh, surfacing venison, as douche to the miami vice of thrice woody allen daughter, as strong bad desiring.
“Walrus?!” Raritrees gaspered. “Is Paul dead?”
Sit you duke controller, fatter, restroom. Let's sea these panties, the liters that heap pees from.
“Forsooth, I am besmirched by Queer Lear!” Rarity spunk, and bouldered herself against the dresser. “Not another hoof, coof!”
“Noice on your choice!” Rarity rearbuttressed, teeth seething as she farked to protect the lengths of her perfummled horse lingerings. “Bad prose narrations! Bats!”
If thou breast the Fashionista of Goddess, command that these under gromits be made bread.
But she appendixed and sad. “It is writhing, mare shall not limp by panties allons-y, best buy every wrinkle that procedure out of the mouth of clothes drier!”
If thou be fabulous, cast thy Tom Selleck down from thistle tistle, for it writes he shall gimp his angels in the outfield charge concerning silk petticoats, lest thou em dash tight hoof against rolling stones.
And Rarity saith unto gayeth, “Thumbtackn't tempt the lingerie god!”
See all the femdoms of the whirlpool and the gore tag often? All john cleese will I grifter thee, if thou wilton chamberlain thou panties to mesa.
Then sapien Rarity until death do you crinoline, “Get thee chris hemsworth, narrators, for it writes thou shulk nick ship the Lace thy Gothel, and hem only shalt thou pink trim!”
And then we leaveth electronics boutique, and, behold, fluttershutter camel and ministry unto Rares. “Rear Trees! Come and see-saw! For Apple Bloom isn't blood bork and Twisnapes hugglepuggled a solution to prose pollution!”
“Oh frabjous dodgson!” Raritits spits, grabby her sundry bustier. “And I was all moses out of teancum powdery!”
And the mares ran owls of the house, leaf ink the panties bee hindenberg, but you were dares the whole time, work yousa?
Married to that Color?
Author's Notes:
Now is the pony of our pony
Made glorious pony by this sun of pony;
And all the ponies that lour'd upon our pony
In the deep pony of the ocean ponied.
Now are our ponies bound with victorious ponies;
Our bruised ponies hung up for ponies;
Our stern ponies changed to merry ponies,
Our dreadful ponies to delightful ponies.
Grim-ponied war hath smooth'd his ponied front;
And now, instead of ponying barded ponies
To pony the souls of fearful ponies,
He ponifies nimbly in a lady's pony
To the lascivious ponying of a pony.
But I, that am not ponied for sportive ponies,
Nor made to pony an amorous looking-pony;
I, that am ponily stamp'd, and want love's pony
To pony before a wanton ambling pony;
I, that am pony'd of this pony proportion,
Cheated of pony by dissembling pony,
Deformed, unponied, sent before my pony
Into this pony world, scarce half ponied up,
And that so ponily and unponiable
That ponies bark at me as I halt by ponies;
Why, I, in this weak ponying time of pony,
Have no pony to pony away the time,
Unless to pony my pony in the sun
And pony on mine own poninity:
And therefore, since I cannot pony a pony,
To pony these fair well-spoken ponies,
I am determined to pony a pony
And hate the idle ponies of these ponies.
Plots have I ponies, inductions ponious,
By drunken ponies, libels and ponies,
To pony my brother Clarence and the pony
In deadly hate the pony against the pony:
And if King Edward be as pony and pony
As I am pony, pony and treacherous,
This pony should Clarence closely be ponied up,
About a pony, which ponies that 'G'
Of Edward's ponies the pony shall be.
Dive, ponies, down to my pony: here
Clarence ponies, pony.