
Cooking for Sunbutt [Chef Attack]
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Wiggy on
Mar 25th, 2014 | syntax:
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>As you embrace the Sun Princess, you decide to stroke your hand across her body softly.
>She gasps at first, but then gives herself up to the feeling, relaxing her muscles in your arms.
>You have successfully calmed her down, and have been completely forgiven for your actions.
>Good job.
>You let go, and you hear her quietly groan that the petting stopped.
>She looks to you.
>"Now, where were we before we were rudely interrupted?"
>She eyed her stomach with a playful grin, magicking the same paper, quill, and inkwell from earlier.
>She began by asking simple questions, such as government, social class, etc.
>Your interview is cut short however, by a group of angry chefs bursting from the kitchen.
>"WHY IS THE KITCHEN SUCH A MESS?"
>The burly pegasus looks around the room before seeing you.
>You are still covered in some sauce and dough.
>Considering that was what was all over the kitchen, he added 2 and 2 together.