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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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Sta.sh
:SPOILER ALERT:
“So, next part of the plan?” I asked with a smile as I stood and turned towards the doors leading outside. “We make like the Stable Dweller, you drop a building on them, and I thump anything that keeps wiggling, right?” Then I blinked when she didn’t call me an idiot… or laugh. I looked back at her, and… was she staring at my ass? “Uh… LittlePip?” Maybe she really liked my new hardware?
She snapped to and looked at me. Wow… she blushed just like Glory. “Right! Plan. The plan… with the planning things and the… ah… planning… stuff… plan plan plan…”
Was she actually checking me out? Oh Celestia… something something… she had been, and I couldn’t help smiling. I could count the number of mares interested in me… well… honestly interested rather than planning to sell me out… on one hoof. I turned slowly towards her and watched her eyes get big as she gave a crooked little smile. “LittlePip…” I said as I leaned towards her. “I’m sorry…” Her ears fell… “But I’m just not drunk enough to forget that I have a mare already.”
Wow… I didn’t know a pony could achieve that shade of red! “Oh... I mean I shouldn’t… I… Homage… and…” she started to babble. So… I kissed her. I was also quite delighted to discover she was an exceptionally sweet and adorable kisser. And despite just how embarrassed she was, she definitely kissed back. Now she was red and stiff as stone; I imagined breakers blowing in her head. “Celestia’s flaming cuntdrips…” she murmured, then sighed and rolled her eyes. “Have I no fucking self control? And I thought you had a mare…”
“But I am drunk enough that she’ll probably forgive me one kiss.” I pointed out with a laugh as I walked to the door. “You grew up in the wrong stable, LittlePip. If you were really into mares, you should have been in 99.” P.S homage should be looking pissed at her too!!!
Sweet Celestia, I laughed my ass off when I read that.
*ahem*