The Life of Amp Putie

"This is so much fun!" Amp said, a grin plastered to her face. "I've never been on a date before!"

Amp Putie was having a date with a coworker of hers from another department, J.P. Coulomb. Both ponies worked at the nearby power plant in Ponyville, which had just been constructed. Coulomb was always nice to Amp whenever he saw her, and was more than happy to help with any problems. Given her condition, Amp needed help fairly often.

A couple months ago, Amp went on a sudden leave of absence. Nobody heard a peep from her, and many began to worried despite reassurances from management. After a month, she cam back to work, happy and chipper as ever. Much to the shock of everyone, she returned without her legs, only four small stumps remained. Still able to do much of her technical work with just her mouth and stumps, she stayed on the job, and brightens up the power plant every day with her smile and personality.

"Well, I thought it might be fun, since we're good friends and all..." J.P. said, rubbing his hooves together nervously.

"Don't be so modest! You can call me your girlfriend if you want," she said with a smile, making her new boyfriend red as a beet.

"That sounds... nice," he said, lightening up a bit and smiling. "Does that mean you'll call me your boyfriend now?"

"Oh silly," she said with a laugh. "I already do!"

"Wait, WHAT?"

She loved messing with him.

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"I know you wanna ask."

J.P. looked up from his sandwich at Amp. She held an even bigger grin, a knowing one.

"Um... I don't understand what you mean, A-Amp. Ask you what?"

"You know what," she said, wiggling the stumps of her forelegs at her. "About these."

J.P. reminded himself that this was dangerous territory, and he had to tread lightly. Who knew what traumatic memories he might fig up, what damage he might-

"What if I told you a dragon ate them all?"

J.P. nearly choked and died on the spot.

"What?!"

"Hmm... no, too outlandish," she said, contemplating and tapping a stump to her chin. "They're in the shop right now?"

"Amp! What are-"

"At the dry cleaners?"

"What are you talking about, isn't this impor-"

"Airport lost my luggage?"

"Are you being serious Amp, because I-"

"Lost a fight with a lawnmower?"

"Please, I don't really want to-"

"WON a fight with a lawnmower? Pyrrhic victory."

"Ok, now you're just being-"

"Parasprites? Frostbite? I chewed them off to get out of a trap? Traumatic stapler accident?"

"Amp, please!" He cried, throwing his hands up in the air, just wanting to get a word in edgewise.

"Or maybe I got them all removed on purpose," she said, flashing J.P. a seductive smile and a wink.

"W-what..." he mumbled, dumbfounded.

"Ha! Just kidding. I only cut one of them off on purpose."

J.P. stared at seemingly nothing for a moment before his face landed in his meal.