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NightAs the darkness consumes me
Calls to me
Sings its seductive tune
i feel a need
A want to join with it
As my dark goddess
My mysterious lover
My lustful demon
My reason for living
Knowing that with each kiss
With each thrust into the night
My soul is slowly claimed
Stolen from me
Until the only thing left
Is a broken shell
A thrown away skin
While the darkness rapes my soul
Which now belongs to it
Dinky Doo's HomecomingDinky slowly trotted down the steps after her bath, if what she'd just experienced could be called that. At this inn, a bathtub seemed to be a large metal tub usually used to hold fruit that had been filled with almost hot water. But it had been enough to get the grime out of her hair, and the light peach scent from the harvest gave her a pleasant enough scent to her hair, mane and tail.
Stretching her sore body slightly, the teen mare looked about the inn to see it had filled with some more guests. In the corner sat four griffons, their large bodies casting a shadow from the light of the setting sun as they played a round of cards. At a table next to the door, an elderly pair of pegasi sat nibbling on a salad together with a look of love for each other still shining in each other's eyes.
And by the bar, a colt no older than her sat with a lute tuning it likely in the hopes of earning a night's rest.
The older teen mare chuckled to herself, then paused in her tracks. A scent was waftin
Pony Limerick for ContestThere once was a little pony
And Pinkie Pie was so funny
With Bi-Polar Style
She Made 4chan smile
And thus all /co/ became /brony/!
El Padre de Dinky Doo ReveladoEl Padre de Dinky Doo Revelado
Traducido por NekoYasha-Raimu
"Mamá, ¿Quién es mi padre?"
Ditzy Doo hizo una pausa en la preparacion de la cena, el cuerpo de la pegaso gris se puso rigido mientras sus ojos se abrian en shock. Voltendose, miró a su hija Dinky Doo y parpadeó lentamente. Contuvo la respiración un momento, contando lentamente hasta cinco antes de soltarla. En su mente, sabía que este día llegaría, pero hubiera esperado que su potranca fuese mayor.
Ditzy Doo sabía sobre cómo los otros potrillos se burlaban de ella a causa de que su madre era "especial". Tan crueles como eran los potrillos de la edad de Dinky, eventualmente crecerían y pasaría esa etapa. Las espinas verdaderamente dolorosas venían de las yeguas y potros de la ciudad. Las miradas de espanto y los cumplidos malintencionados hacia ambas cuando salían de compras o a cenar. Los cuchicheos y las miradas punzantes. Eso les dolía mucho m&
Dinky Doo's TravelsA filly's Cuteceñera.
The one defining moment in her life. The time when all her friends and family gather around to celebrate that she found her special talent in life. The moment that she realizes what she is meant to do to help all of Equestria.
Dinky's had postponed hers for almost two years as she prepared for her journey. For most ponies, a Cuteceñera was a time that they were declared an adult by Equestrian standards. But today was also bittersweet for the young filly. Pacing nervously outside of Sugar Cube Corner while all her friends inside were having fun, the young unicorn looked to her mother as she spoke with a twinge of fear and worry in her voice. "Mom, will you be okay after this? I may be gone for a long time..."
Ditzy Doo reached out with her forehooves, grasping her daughter's face as she leaned forward. Resting her brow to her daughter's, the grey Pegasus' eyes brimmed in tears to show the sadness mingled with hope this day held for her. "My mu
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