- >Day Ponk in Equestria
 - >You wake, take the morning shit, the steamy shower, and the unnecessary shave.
 - >S-shut up, it made you feel grown up.
 - >Bopin' and jivin' downstairs, you pop open the fridge, and examine what you have for food.
 - "Hmmmm...eggs, milk, flower...I COULD MAKE COOKIES!"
 - >Oh man, today was gonna be sweet!
 - >Pinkie Pie had the monopoly on cookies, so you rarely got to eat one that wasn't crammed with sugar.
 - >You set to work, mixing in a bowl, when a sudden knock comes at the door.
 - >It wasn't a shy knock, like the one Yellow Rapist usually does, so you open it without fear of rape.
 - >You then get a face full of pink pony ass.
 - >The scary part was, it was all shades of pink down there. ALL shades.
 - >"Hey there Nonny! Wanna buck me silly?"
 - >You shove her horsey bits away, and wipe the juices off your face.
 - "Pinky, how many times have I told you, I don't want to have sex with a p0ny!"
 - >She looks down, and her hair deflates. "Okay I guess..."
 - >She turns, and begins to walk away, when she suddenly turns and looks back at you.
 - >"Why are you naked and wearing a apron?"
 - >You quickly reply
 - "N-no reason!:
 - >She cant know you're cheating on her with your cookies.
 - >She sniffs the air, and narrows her eyes suspiciously. "I smell *sniff* flour...and eggs...and...SUGAR?!?!"
 - >She jumps onto you, and clings to your chest. "YOU BETTER NOT BE MAKING COOKIES WITHOUT ME!"
 - >You throw her off, and slam the door.
 - "I SWEAR I'M NOT! NOW GO AWAY!"
 - >She bangs on the door a few times, before giving up. You peer out the window to see her walking away.
 - >She whips around, looks into your eyes, and says "No cookies for you. Only dry, dry biscuits." in a low voice very much unlike her.
 - >She then shakes her head, gets the classic poofy "Ponk" look, and bounces off.
 - "Christ, that was a close one."
 - >Wiping your forehead, you go back into the kitchen to finish the mix.
 - >Within a half an hour, the dough is placed in the oven, and you are pacing outside it, waiting for th-
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 - >DING DING MOTHERFUCKER YOUR COOKIES ARE READY TO BE EATEN AND THEY ARE GONNA TASTE SO FRESH
 - >You had a very...colorful timer on it.
 - >You wanted to replace it, but he scared you.
 - >Opening the door, you grab the tray, and put it on the stove top.
 - "Hot hot hot hot hot!"
 - >Maybe you should've put on a oven mitt.
 - >But regardless, you now have delicious sugary chocolate coo-
 - >Wait a minute
 - >Wait a fuck damn minute
 - "Wait a minute."
 - >Sticking your face close to the pan, you stare intently at the contents.
 - >Sitting on it, are biscuits.
 - >Fluffy, doughy, white, and notoriously dry.
 - >One pf them actually looks like John Hodgeman.
 - "What the fuck! These aren't my cookies!"
 - >You grumpily pick up one of the biscuits, and take a bite.
 - >Your mouth immediately becomes dryer than FlutterQuiets cooch.
 - "Agh! What the fuck!"
 - >You spit out the shitty excuse of a pastry, and throw it into the sink full of water.
 - >It immediately sucks it all up, like a super sponge.
 - "Goddammit. I knew I should've just eaten Pinkie's stupid cookies."
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