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Luna gazed right down at the unicorn. Her eyes flowed from the bottom of his frizzy pink mane all the way up the curls, and then they rested right upon to the end of his horn. She focused right on the pinkish-red tip. Just like your... like our daughter...

Strawberry made another puppy like whimper. Luna locked eyes with him. Such a goofy little expression, well, I guess you can't keep yourself off me. She chuckled a little. She then looked down at his curly nose and soft face. You can't... Luna silently leaned forward once again. Strawberry gave her a huge kiss.

You can't live without me. And you won't have to. She teared a little bit as they kisses. You'll never have to. I promise. She then pulled him off of her once again.

"I have to show you something, actually," Luna squeaked. Strawberry smiled. He then let out a gasp as Luna magically picked him up and then smacked him upon her side. "Just a moment, Strawberry!" She hopped down the town square for a second-- Strawberry jiggling about at her side like a backpack. Oh, where is it... Where is it!

"A-ha!" Luna exclaimed. She leaned backwards and launched herself up. She then clang over to the edge of the building's side. Strawberry panted, trying not to look down. Luna scampered a little bit to the side. She then peeked into the second-story window. "Oh, it would be so odd for her to up this hour, but still..."

The unicorn and the alicorn peeked inside the boutique window. Stacks of papers littered across dresser after dresser. The shelves bulged full of all kinds of fabrics. Luna ran her eyes across the gigantic mess over to the corner of the room. Luna eyed the bottles filled with needles and strings. Luna then stared at the white unicorn hidden behind them.

“Sparkles, sparkles,” Rarity said to herself, eying the bright blue dress spread around the table with the intensity of a general making battle plans. “All they seem to want is sparkles. But of course, she is unable to even begin to understand the power of understatement. Not to mention, for goodness sakes, proper color matching… All these red sparkly stars spread along a blue— night blue no less— bottom! It’s simply unbelievable!"

Luna tapped against the glass. Rarity nudged about a little, but she kept staring down. Luna tucked her hoof back, and then she smacked it against the window. Rarity bounced up.

"What could possibly be going on at this hour," the white unicorn began, stepping over to the window, "That would mean-- mean-- mean--" Her eyes sprang open, and she buckled back. "P-P-P-P-P-P-Princess!" She wiggled about in place. "P-Princess, it is s-s-such an honor, s-so g-great..."

Luna glanced down, and then she magically lifted up the window lock. Rarity's face seemed to melt as if she'd faint at any second. Luna turned her head over to the side door on the first floor. She magically lifted Strawberry off of her and then placed him down onto the flat grassy patch. He looked back up at her blankly.

"Now then," Luna said. She stepped into the room-- measuring each step carefully to avoid any of the fabrics or notebooks laying about the floor. Rarity let out a loud gasp.

"The P-P-Princess is in m-my r-room!" Rarity called out out. She twirled backwards.

Luna teleported right behind Rarity and held her back up. She took a deep breath, and then she blew a misty puff of magic upon Rarity's face. The white unicorn's eyes popped back open. "Now then, we need something important. We apologize for the late hour, but this is something we must have immediately. Hopefully in a matter of seconds?"

"I had the craziest dream," Rarity muttered, shifting her hoof over her head, "I was just minding my own business in my room, and then the Princess appeared out of--" She then gazed right at Luna's face. "Oh..."

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"Luna, Luna, please," Strawberry moaned. He kept on gazing at the open window above him. The ponies shifted about. They called out something. He curled his ears, but he couldn't hear a thing. Come on, you! Think! What was that hearing spell

He smacked his hooves against his head. Ugh, I thought I'd remember that one if I use it so much. Stupid memory... Wait, I can use the memory spell. He stepped forwards and put a hoof against the boutique wall. Memory spell! Wait... How does that one go again?

"Rabbit pellets," he muttered. He bonked his head against the stone. He paused, and then he moved back. The unicorn glanced over at the boutique's front door. "Luna, whatever it is, please. Just tell me."

He walked over. He then heard a flurry of clicking sounds. Light suddenly poured out. He missed a step and then plopped onto the ground. The unicorn put his hooves to his eyes and blinked. Somepony stepped out towards him.

"Strawberry, we need to ask you something," Luna said. Strawberry gazed up at her as the light ran across her shoulders. She smiled at him, and then she lowered her head. His eyes locked upon the top of her horn.

"Ahhh... ahh..." he moaned. Thousands of emotions flooded every inch of his mind. He held up his hooves and barely missed touching Luna's face.

"Will you marry me?" Luna asked. The light shone across the small silver ring on her horn. Every last one of its finely cut rubies-- shaped just like little darkish pink roses spread out in a chain-- exploded in sparkles.

"YES!" Strawberry screamed. He jumped up and squeezed Luna with all of his might. He buried his face in her neck. Tears of joy dripped down her side, and he felt her doing the same along his back. "I... I..." He could only think of one thing to say. "I love you."

"I love you," she said back. Strawberry rubbed his face along her head. He looked out behind them, and he saw Rarity with her face pressed flat against the window.

Strawberry giggled a little as Rarity bounced up and down in rapid-fire succession. She grinned from ear to hear. She almost seemed to burst right though the glass with each hop.

"Now," Luna said, and she head him hoof in hoof down the street. He curled his body over upon hers. "There's two things I need to take care of. One of them is that I have to ask you about your... musical preferences?" The pleasure melted off of her face, and her eyes seemed to freeze into thick globs of ice. Strawberry pulled off of her.

"Musical preferences?" he muttered back. What for goodness' sake is she talking about?

"Well, sweetie, I know that you're just totally obsessed with britpop, particularly indie pop rock," she went on, "And you're just all gaga over the indie dance stuff. Madchester and all that? Stone Roses? Happy Mondays? The Charlatans? Jesus Jones?" She stopped walking, and then she stamped her hooves against the ground.

"Well, yeah, I love all that. But, my dear, I don't..."

"Oh my goodness, I totally forgot to tell you I was inviting them over," Luna said, leaning down and arching her back up, "Oh, sweetheart, I know that you'll be embarrassed. You're worried that the whole place would be a mess. But don't worry, I had the royal staff come over. They'll take care of everything. Even if... he shows up. She grumbled out that last three words as if she was biting through a steak.

"Please, Luna, I don't have any idea what you're saying."

"NO more waiting!" Luna shouted, and then she grabbed his side. She galloped over to his apartment complex, dragging him along like a backpack. She threw him in front of her and then magically plopped him down on the pile of flowers. "You... you little..." She paused, and then she brought back her usual sing-song voice. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry. I'm not really angry. I'm just afraid. You know that I can't bear to see him again, not after his boorish behavior in the prequel story."

Strawberry turned his head over and stared at the 'Room 101' sign. He glanced back at his wife-to-be for a second. He took a gulp and Moved to open the door. Suddenly, a crack rang out in the air above them. It then sounded as if the entire world was being ripped in two.

"What in goodness' name is that!" Strawberry screamed. He felt tingly sensations going across his whole body. He then had a horrible pain building up in his chest.

"It's like a... forth wall is breaking..." Luna moaned, and then she dug her face into her hooves.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Strawberry screamed, and then foam shot out of his mouth. Luna grabbed him. Foam exploded out like a fountain. Luna thrust him against the grass, and then she curled up over him.

The unicorn jerked around. He kicked helplessly with his hooves against the air. He smacked his chest repeatedly. His eyes bulged up wider and wider. Luna tried desperately to calm him down. Sweat poured off of her head.

The foamy sprays began to turn red with blood. Strawberry's horn glowed with bright white energy, and he jerked around again. He seemed to totally lose control. Luna then heard a horrible squishing and cracking sound. She leaned her head down over his chest. Strawberry bounced up and down over and over again. Luna's eyes widened as he saw something thick and hard bursting up against Strawberry's chest from inside his skin.

*Smack*

"WHERE'S THE PARTY!" Pinkie Pie yelled. She hurled out her arms and splattered a mixture of blood, bone, and guts in all directions. Strawberry's body jittered about. His blank, almost lifeless face froze in a mask of pure pain. The pink earth pony wiggled a little bit up, and then she gazed upwards at Luna.

"How did-- why did-- where did-- what is--" stammered the alicorn. Pieces of Strawberry's shattered lungs dripped off of her face.

Pinkie smiled. She stepped upwards out of his chest, and then she seemed to somehow expand back in size. Suddenly, Strawberry's body let out a horrible loud gurgling sound. In a split-second, the unicorn was no more. Luna simply stared at the scene in front of her; her mind shut down from the shock. Then, Pinkie sat down upon the corpse's face-- her tailhole placed directly on his nose and mouth.

"WHY DIDST THOU SUMMON ME!" Pinkie called out-- a black cloud suddenly descending across her face and her voice booming as if it was powered by a thousand years of darkness.

"I... I... I..." Luna whimpered. Pinkie then jiggled about a bit, and her normal, happy face returned.

"Trap facesitting? Good times," called out a flamboyant voice from besides Pinkie. Luna and Pinkie looked up, and then they stared at Strawberry's next door neighbor, Admiral Dicks. Luna's eyes traced up that spotted black and blue body up to the thick pink sash going across his neck and then to the makeup drenched face. Piericings littered across every aviable hole or vunerable clump of flesh.

"But... Strawberry..." Luna muttered, and the gravity of her husband's possible death began to sink in.

"Yikes! That's no trap! It's a FEMME baby, YEAH!" Dicks shouted. He put his front hooves to his face in mock-outrage. He then clicked his heels. "Oh, well, it wouldn't be the first time that I had one stick around to my orgy."

"An orgy with Strawberry?" Luna asked. She thought about punching Dicks across the face for a second and ripping his head into his namesake. Yet all she could really feel was pure confusion. "But he's kind of... dead..."

"Oh yeah, dead pony orgy," Dicks moaned, and he wiggled his sash in between his legs, "It's so naughty and kinky. Not to mention that when they're both all wet and responsible as well as warm? That's just plain HOT!"

All three ponies immediately stopped as their head a bloodcurdling scream. Their eyes shot over to a tan-colored stallion with a curly brown mane. His cutie mark, an hourglass, bounced along as he ran. A solid white stallion wearing a metal helmet and carrying a humongous ax suddenly popped up out of a batch of bushes. The royal guard pony just missed slicing off the tan stallion's head.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he shouted, and then he hurled himself at full speed up the apartment stairs to the roof. The guard pony let out a high pitched squeal and bounced up after him-- ax swinging around like a yo-yo. "I'm sorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

"That was random," Pinkie said. She then grinned from ear to ear. Luna stared at her, and she prepared to thrust her horn straight into Pinkie's neck to avenge her late husband. However, something then happened that would change their lives forever.

*Bang*

The door to Strawberry's apartment flew right off of its hinges. Light shot out from inside the room. Ponies of all kinds milled about nosily inside. Then, a tall figure stepped up and then stood right besides Strawberry's corpse.

Luna ran her eyes up from the fancy black shoes up to the raggedy pants and then to the tattered light brown 'foreign adventure'-style jacket. She then focused at the disheveled and inebriated looking rock star's frizzy brown hair and wraparound black sunglasses took a few steps out.

“What in the BLOODY HELL is going on out here!” Liam Gallagher shrieked. He almost went as if to clock the ponies with his half-empty bottle of champagne. “Cantcha just quit with all of the... bloody stupid commonition... and... GET IN HERE!” He took another swig. "Join the party!"

"PARTY!" Pinkie squealed, and then she flew herself into the apartment. Luna leaned back, and she embraced what was left of her husband.

"Oh, he's not really dead, for Christ's sake," Liam muttered, and he leaned down. He met eye to eye with Strawberry's corpse for a moment. He then burped.

Most people and ponies don't know the following. Much like how Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer-- too bad, though, since he's never cried-- and how Charlie Sheen's warlock powers turn the blackest moment of darkness into the lightest moments of hilarity, exposure to Liam Gallagher's bodily fluids often spontaneously brings dead things back to life. In any rate, the rock star's breathe coursed through Strawberry's veins.

"My love, aren't you... gone..." Luna moaned.

"NOPE, CHUCK TESTA!" Strawberry screamed, and he triumphantly jumped up into the air. He rubbed around his body, and all of his wounds had healed. He then paused, "I mean... Nope, I'm not dead."

Luna reached out and kissed him. Liam then made a haughty moan. "Ooooh, frisky little buggers, ain'tcha!" He then motioned for them to come into the apartment. They all trotted right in.

Strawberry couldn't believe the huge mass of ponies that he saw jammed inside. Mares, stallions, and foals all danced around, made out, fondled, smashed things, argued, and otherwise had a good time. Strawberry took a second to thank goodness that Pinkie was nowhere to be found. He waved about his front hooves, and everypony cheered. Bottles raised up in the air and clinked.

"To the newlyweds!" Liam shouted.

"Another bachelor's life ruined!" Richard Ashcroft called out. Laughs rattled across the apartment. Strawberry grabbed a vodka shot, and then he guzzled it down. He reached about with his right hoof, but he didn't feel Luna there anymore.

He then flipped around. He spotted his wife-to-be shoved onto his big black couch. Snips and Snails positioned themselves right above her head, and they looked ready to shove their colthoods into her mane at any second. Strawberry let out a loud whine.

"Everypony on Luna!" Caramel screamed. He bucked up in excitement, and then a bunch of horses all ran over to the corner of the apartment. Strawberry's face contorted. At the same time, seeing the hungry, horny expression going over his wife-to-be's face as three dicks plunged down her throat made him start to lose it. I'm not angry... I'm... I'm... I'm just jealous!

"I GET HER MAREHOOD!" Strawberry shouted at the top of his lungs. The crowd parted for him. "MINE!" And noone else. He leaned forward, and he suddenly found his face stuck inside Big Mac's flank. The red stallion squealed and shifted alongside, keeping his colthood stuck inside a good hunk of Luna's mane. "It's not gay. It's not gay if it's an orgy. Accidents happen." Strawberry tried to psych himself out of it.

The unicorn pressed himself into Luna's wet slit. He breathed a sigh of relief as pleasure shot through his brain. Suddenly, a pair of huge brown testicles drooped down atop his face. He waved his hooves around. He jiggled about and panted.

"DAMMIT! Okay... it's okay..." Braeburn waved creepily at him and then shifted a little bit over. Strawberry shut his eyes. "Not gay. Not gay. It's an orgy. There's leeway." He opened his mouth to sigh. Suddenly, Snails' tail crammed right down his throat. HOLY CHEESE AND CRACKERS! Strawberry spat out the foul smelling thing and tried not to vomit.

"Well, this is an interesting sight," someone said behind Strawberry. He glanced over.

"Lee Mavers? Of the La's?" the unicorn asked. The singer-songwriter smiled and nodded.

"I wonder if Liam's joining?" someone else asked. Strawberry looked up to his left.

"Damon Albarn? Of Blur?" the unicorn asked. Although balls deep in alicorn's flesh, he started to feel rather starstruck. The frontman nodded and waved, making a blank expression.

A bunch of ponies jumped on Luna's side, and she shifted upwards. He found himself colthood in empty air. Snips body flashed in front of him, and Strabwerry jumped to get out of the way. He threw his head up and then he glanced in all directions.

"Liam's here. There's Richard Ashcroft again. Hey, it's Tom Hingley from the Insipral Carpets," he said. He pointed all across the room. "Gaz Coombes from Supergrass, too. And then there's... Oh, goodness, it can't be..." He sped over to a corner, and he gazed up at a scruffy haired figure in a greyish suit jacket with thick Buddy Holly-style glasses. "Jarvis Cocker! From Pulp!"

Strawberry shook his hoof with Cocker's hand. He felt like having a heart attack. He suddenly tried to think of what he could get autographed. He moved over to his room-- his wife-to-be screaming in passion behind him as at least thirty dicks shoved either inside her or on her -- and thrust open the door. Suddenly, he had a stallion's yellowish-brown hooves going over his face.

"Hey there," Braeburn said, and his voice sounded creepier than ever. Strawberry felt a rock hard colthood going up his side.

Strawberry reached up and then slammed the stallion upon the ground below him. He gave Braeburn a punch to the throat. The unicorn smiled, and he took a deep breath. "It's so weird..." he said, and then he looked back out into the massive party, "It's like a damn British pop and rock jamboree in here." Lee Mavers gave him a friendly wave.

"What's so weird about it?" Pinkie asked, popping up besides Strawberry.

"Well, it's just that if anything bad happened," the unicorn replied, and he looked out as four stallions attempted to enter Luna's marehood at the same time, "It would take out the whole British musical world. It would make the 'Day the music died' thing look like peanuts." He then shook his head. "What am I thinking? That would be crazy!"

"PIZZA'S HERE!" Damon Albarn called out. Cheers erupted across the room.

Hey, wait a moment.. At this time of night, the only pizza place is closed. He looked out at the stacks of boxes being carried into the center of the room. "Wait..." Strawberry muttered. He stared at the boxes, and he suddenly noticed a burning fuse sticking out of the bottom. "Hey--"

*Boom*

What seemed like a thousand years passed. Then, a blue alicorn hoof and a white unicorn hoof shot upwards from inside a huge pile of rubble and mangled flesh. The horses jittered their limbs about. They reached over, and then they touched each other. They kept on struggling, and finally they freed themselves.

Strawberry's eyes scanned the horrific carnage. He spotted what looked like Jarvis Cocker's severed arm in a pile of bushes, and he quickly shieled his eyes. "Who!" Strawberry shouted. He then went down to his knees and turned his head to the sky. "WHO WOULD DO SUCH A HORRIBLE THING!"

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The tiny figure sped through the gravel roads. He revved up his motorcycle, and he flung out atop a little hill. He passed through a quick turn, and then he skidded to a stop. He turned off the bike, and then he made his way into the forest.

He ripped off the fake pizza delivery uniform, the hat, and the decorations-- tossing then far into the trees. He then pulled off the helmet. His curly brown hair brushed up around his eyes. He put his dark black gloved hand through his hair, and then he laughed.

He then took off his gloves, dropping them onto the thick mud below him. He pulled up his leg, and then he smashed the gloves into the ground. Finally, he turned around and walked back to the motorcycle. He pulled himself back on, and then he gazed at his reflection in the huge puddle of water on the road above him.

"You are one dead sexy thing, Justin Bieber," he said. He smiled. The boyish figure in the reflection smiled back at him. He then kicked the motorcycle and sped off. He started to scream.

"Friendship is magic, motherfuckers."

The End