An Anthology of Flashfiction

Twilight Sparkle entered her room and sat down.  She needed to prepare for the wedding, and she still had a massive decision to make.

On her left was a male with bright green skin, a shade light enough to resemble the inside of a kiwi.  His mane white and poofy, flowing down his body in cloud-like patches.  His skin’s texture was smooth and delectable; not a single blemish to be found.

    On her other side sat a male, his body white and legs of brown.  His legs were very fine skinned, while his body’s hair was a nice, sleek fur. His chocolate mane smoothly ran down his neck and naturally curled at the bottom.  Truly the most beautiful hair Twilight had ever seen.

She turned back to the green male before her and examined his mark.  A master of fruit, said male had an image of a delightful green fruit that everypony loved.

Naturally his opponent for Twilight’s affection had a mark of a nice, delicate line of chocolate painted onto him.  When she looked at him now, she noticed his tan-brown shaft.  A magnificent shape, she recalled that this particular shaft resembles tree bark in texture and taste.

As far as she could tell, the cream contained by both of them was equally ripe, and the body parts they were standing on also appeared to have similar quality.  Twilight continued to imagine the pleasure both males would bring her.

“Twilight!” called Shining Armor from down the hall.  “You’re going to be late to my wedding!  What’s taking so long?”

“Sorry!” shouted Twilight Sparkle, turning her neck around to shout to her brother.   She proceeded to turn her attention back to the task at hand.  “I’m sorry Mr. French Silk,” she said as she playfully levitated a fork into the piece of Key Lime pie in front of her and began to eat the delicacy.