My Little Foster's

by DashieInTheSky

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Random, Crossover
Length: 353

After a pandimensional rift caused by Pinkie's abilities, Twi and Pinkie end up on 1123 Wilson Way.

After a pandimensional rift caused by Pinkie's abilities, Dash and Pinkie end up on 1123 Wilson Way. Will they try to find a way to get back to Equestria? Probably not. Will endless shenanigans abound in the meantime? You bet your flank they will. Will other Equestrian citizens show up sooner or later? Most likely, yes.

This fic starts out as a continuous story, but will later turn into a collection of oneshots, with one or two multi-part tales mixed in.

FiM exists as a show in this fic.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-13 17:34:15 UTC

Stiffy Jiggles

“IT WASN’T ME. BENDY DID IT!”

“Bloo, he was kicked out almost seven years ago.”

“Oh, right. How’s the water damage he~”

“You”

“He, me, tomato, potato, what’s the difference?”

“BLOO!”

“FINE! It was Cheese who did it. Geez, hound a guy, will ya?”

“He and Louise’s family moved two years ago”

“Riiiiight. Would you believe…. Wilt?”

Frankie facepalmed. She heard a faint dinging noise. It was the doorbell! Or maybe just some random appliance going off. Either way, it was an escape from Bloo’s……….. Bloo-ness. She walked into the foyer. It was definitely the doorbell. She pondered who it could be. That pizza delivery guy who stalks her? Yet another Prince Charming friend, who will most definitely end up stalking her? Coco’s creat~er, discoverers, both of which, you guessed it, stalk her. It was then Frankie realized how many stalkers she had. The bell continued ringing. “Hold your horses, I’m coming, I’m coming.” she yelled in the direction of the front door. “So, am I off the hook or what?” asked Bloo.

“Depends. Are you in the mood to be put over an open flame and be left there until you’re just a blob of unidentifiable blue goo?”

“Well……”

“Thought so”

“I was going to say yes, y’know”

“Really, Bloo?”

The bell was still ringing.

“YOU CAN WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!”

“My, my, Frankie. Using such language towards a potential adopter. Why, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

“YOU POSTED NUDE PICTURES OF ME ON THE HOME’S SITE!”

“And Foster’s hasn’t been busier, has it?”

“Yes, Bloo. Because we so need the pervert crowd here.  I almost forgot about our wide selection of vibrator friends.”

“Ha, ha, yeah. Good ol’ Stiffy Jiggles. Man, we’ve had some c-razy times, me and that vibrator.”

“Can it, Blooregard.”

The bell rang once more and Frankie begrudgingly went to temporarily silence it. When she opened the door, what she saw both made her inner fangirl squeal with glee, and her altogether self fear the rest of her life. Of course, she could only vocalize this through six words:

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”