As they rode through the hills and valleys of Neighpon, Octavia looked sidelong at Vinyl Scratch, her longtime companion.
“So, is now a good time?”
“Huh?” said Scratch, distractedly.
“To tell me.” said Octavia gravely. Continue reading
Category Archives: Foreign Affairs
Customs
“But… are ya sure you’re gonna be okay?” said Applejack.
“Eyup.”
“Whaddya mean ‘eyup’?” challenged Applejack.
Octavia blinked. “Excuse me, Applejack, but doesn’t Big Macintosh often say ‘eyup’? It means ‘yes’ if I’m not mistaken.”
Applejack bridled, scuffing the beautiful grass with a hoof. “But it was th’ WAY he said it!” Continue reading
Sailing
“Arr! No more dilly-dallyin’! Walk the plank, ya swab!” demanded Applejack, ebulliently.
“Yeah!” cried Northern Spy. “Walk the plank, Big Macintosh, right now!”
“Whut plank?” asked Big Macintosh, his ears laid back in dismay. Continue reading
Ties That Bind
Octavia shuddered, baring her teeth in sensual bliss.
She also quivered. And trembled, and wiggled… because Octavia was a generous mare, and wished her pleasure to be shared. Continue reading