Meh Loodle Ponyip

One day Twilit Sperkle was walking through town, jus’ mindin’ her own bizness, when all o’ a sudden a giant storm cloud came over an’ zapped her in teh butt. Why would mister storm cloud do this to her? Mister storm cloud was her friend. Twilit loved all of her friends, she was like the queen of all friends. She had a little crown and everything! So why was mister storm cloud electrically prodding the princess of pals plot?

Twilit looked up at teh cloud with a quizzical gaze to find out that mister storm cloud was being controlled by no other than Rambow Dish!

“Rambow Dish! Wai have you betrayed your mast- er, best friend?!”

“Calm ur nips bish, I was jus’ playin’ a little prank on you yah’ little tight ass.” Rambow Dish said with a little smirk. It wasn’t a very prominent smirk, but a smirk all teh same.

“You don’t know the density of my glutes Rambow Dish! I’ll have you know that my rump is plenty loose. Harrumph!.” Twilit said with a “harrumph”.

“Yeah they are!” Rambow Dish chuckled as a pair of pixelated glasses descended from the heavens to rest on the bridge of her snout. She looked totally pimpin’ in those shades man.

“Rambow Dish! Are you suggesting that I’m a whore?” Twilit spat.

“Yee, I know what chu do. Mister storm cloud here tells me everythin’.” Rambow Dish snickered and gave mister cloud a fist bump.

Twilit blushed furiously as she recalled all of those magical nights in the meadow with mister storm cloud. She tried to change the subject to quickly cover up the awkward situation. Twilit frantically sifted for an excuse to get the hell outta dodge.

“Er, there’s, uh… a quest! Yes, a quest from printsess Celestium! We… uh… gotta kill a dragon! No, wait, two dragons! Wait, wait, wait, even better! We gotta do teh genocide on all teh dragons in the werld!”

Rambow Dish stared at her for a moment with her snout scrunched, “Twilit. Not cool man. Your friggin’ son/pet/assistant/thing is a dragon. R u crazy?”

“Crazy delicious.” Twilit said with a flawless poker face.

“R u now?” Rambow Dish responded.

“Yesh, I taste like grape fun dip.” Twilit said as she grasped Rambow Dish’s head in her fore hooves. Twilit squeeshed Rambow’s cheeks and her tongue lolled out. The princess pulled Rambow’s head towards her neck and pressed the piguses’s face into her neck. Twilit rubbed Rambow’s tongue up and down her neck repeatedly.

“Oh Rambow, u r so forward~” Twilit gasped.

“Mmrph mmph mahhmmpmphhpm.” Rambow Dish replied in a subtle british accent.

Twilit let go of teh ponyir’s head, and awaited their reaction. Rambow’s tongue was covered in lavender hairs. It looked like a fuzzy flesh caterpillar. A royal flesh caterpillar. Rambow swallowed and smacked her lips a bit. She closd her eyes and focused on the taste of the princess hair in her mouth. Twilit boiled with anticipation as she waited for her bff’s critique.

“God damn, it does taste like grapes!” Rambow said as she licked her lips.

“You know, I taste a lot grapier down there…” Twilit said with a sultry tone as she gestured downwards.

“Rambow’s eyes widened with lust as she gazed upon Twilit’s pride. There before her laid the most delicious little pastry she’d ever laid eyes on. Twilit spread her legs and blushed a little as Rambow Dish advanced upon her. Rambow Dish excitedly stuffed her face into Twilit’s pelvic region. Twilit let out a gasp as she saw what her best friend was doing.

“Hey! Don’t eat that!” Twilit shouted.

Rambow Dish was eating Twilit’s mini cake (literally a confectionary treat) that she kept between her thighs. The frosting covered Rambow’s muzzle as she gorged on the confectionary delight. “I was saving that for later!!!” Twilit screamed as she pounded Rambow in teh face, but the glutton wouldn’t cease. Twilit landed punch after punch on Rambow’s face, but to no avail. In a matter of seconds Rambow Dsh had consumed every last bit of her miniature cake. Twilit was felt vry defeat. The End.