Title:           B-Ballin' and Rhymez
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/p9WDJikD
First Edit:      Monday 25th of July 2016 11:34:41 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 25th of July 2016 11:34:41 PM CDT

"Zecora!"
>You are Anon.
"Zecorraaaa!"
>Today you gon' shoot some hoopz.
>You lazily left your left leg and attempt to bounce the ball under your shin to your other hand.
>Luckily you catch it within a couple of steps.
"ZECO-"
>"Anonymous, please stop yelling! You know I do not do fortune telling!"
>Zecora rounds the corner of her hut with a basket of herbs perched on her back, her expression already weary.
"Nah, m'not here for that. I'm here to take you to school, zigga!"
>You bounce her the rock and she watches it arc over her head on her way to the door.
>"I beg you, not today. Maybe Pinkie would like to play?"
>She ignores your outstretched arms and 'dafuk bro' expression and shuffles inside.
>You follow her inside.
"Oh? What's up, doc?"
>Your Zebrican American friend's home is a flood of intoxicating and delicious smells.
>As you close the door behind yourself Zecora frowns at you, dumping two hooffuls of crushed herbs into the cauldron.
>"If you must know, it is a stew. Not for me, and NOT for you."
>You ignore the accusatory glare
>"Something ails our Princess Luna-"
"Does her cooter smell like tuna?"
>Zecora groans as you mentally high five yourself, apparently giving up on the conversation to stir in silence.
"Aw, c'mon, it wasn't that bad."
>More herbs and a little pinch of something, followed by a sigh.
>"It is really none of your business, but it is a brew to promote fitness."
"Hm."
 
>For a moment you simply watch her work, prodding at some of the pudge you'd aimed to work off today.
"Do y'think I could have a little sip of that? I'll give ya sixteen bits for it"
>She shakes her head and samples the mixture before resuming her stirring.
>"Sixteen bits is not enough for even half a dose of this stuff."
"But that's my whole allowance! You can't cut your favorite monkey a deal?"
>You reach forward to dip your finger into the pot, but she snaps the wooden spoon across your knuckle and you curse loudly.
>"The herbs required are very rare, so there is not a single leaf to spare."
"Pfft. Whatever. Well hurry up, let's go play some b-ball!"
>You clap your hands and do an energetic little shuffle.
>Zecora sighs and rests a hoof against her forehead for a moment.
>"Anonymous, please leave. I do not have time for this, just please... Leave."
"That one totally doesn't count."
>"Out!"
>She slams the door behind you and you jam your hands into the pockets of your 70s style b-ballin' shorts.
"Whatever, rap is dumb anyway, I don't care."
>After grumpily retrieving your b-ball from the ditch you make for Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie always gives you a free cupcake so you can save your allowance.
>Ponkapi really is best pony.
>The end.