Title:           Colt the Unicorn
Author:          MrFluffyVegas
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First Edit:      Saturday 21st of April 2012 05:13:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 21st of April 2012 05:13:52 PM CDT

>have fluffy unicorn colt
>call his Colt, because you are an incredibly boring person
>standard fluffy unicorn, loves spaghetti and hugs and not having his legs cut off
>notice that sometimes his horn will light up or shoot some basic sparks
>happens a lot when you tickle him of hug him
>like a stupid like Care Bear pony
>it's pretty cute
>one night get awoken by a crash and Colt's crying
>rush into comfort Colt
>upon reaching Colt, he cries and tries to point behind you
>"Daddy, daddy! Bad man bweak in!"
>You turn to see a burglar behind you with a pistol pointed at you
>"Nyeh, put your hands in the air see"
>apparently he's a gangster from the 20's or something, not sure
>"Nyeh, now you and your pony play nice or you're gonna get it see!"
>you hold Colt in your arms
>he's scared and his horn starts to lightly shine up
>hold him a bit tighter and a spark comes out
>gangster is too busy looking for loot to notice
>have a plan, it's crazy but it just might work
>point Colt at the gangster and squeeze him as hard as you can
>"OW! WHY HUWT FWU-"
>he gets about half way through before a beam of magic shots from his horn and hits the gangster right in the head
>his head explodes on contact with the magic beam
>stare for a second, mouth agape
>you can't believe that actually worked
>"WAH! DADDY HUWT COWT!"
>Colt's crying snaps you out of your stupor
"I'm sorry buddy. But you did good today. See?"
>point to downed gangster
>"Cowt do dat?"
"You sure did. Good boy. Lets get you some sketti"
>"YEAH! Sketti!"
>call cops later to pick up the body
>self defense
>later go down to the fluffy pony store and get a whole herd of fluffy unicorns
>name them all after guns
>every once and a while you bring a couple ponies out late at night to the inner city and pass out your own special brand of street justice
>always end up bringing home sad, crying fluffies to a gourmet dinner of spaghetti
>all is forgiven