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"Too much," said Pinkie. "This is too much leprosy."

Twilight inspected her lesions with a care that bordered on the pederastic. "But leprosy can only be contracted by armadillos and the fabled homo s—"

"I resent your implications."

Pinkie contemplated opening her vast maw and interring both Twilight and all her false accusations. But, she mused, if Twilight contained a yoni inside her, would eating her validate her claim?

Does lesbian-eating a mare make one a horsebian?

A crime it should be, she thought, puppeteering the hand of the heavens themselves to condemn the sacred rite of of lesbeating. Thus she gave Twilight what the French call a "les beating".

If Twilight found the whole process to be more, or les prurient, then she was out of les luck.

Pinkie's left ear tumbled down the side of her face, as her leprosy made itself known. She thought about why minorities should be prevented from holding positions of power. Mostly, she concluded, because they were different from her.