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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />A Visit from the Mothers' League by DCFTEF <span class="br0">&#40;</span>fimfiction.net/user/Dangerous_Creature<span class="br0">&#41;</span><br /><br />---<br /><br />An ordinary day in Ponytown<br />Skies clear <span class="br0">&#40;</span>thanks weather ponies<span class="br0">&#41;</span><br />Birds singing <span class="br0">&#40;</span>thanks Fluttershy<span class="br0">&#41;</span><br />The smell of cupcakes and horse butts in the air<br />Yeah...you never really get used to it<br />But that's why you moved to Equestria, isn't it?<br /><br />Trade and tourism has existed between your two worlds for <span class="nu0">18</span> months now<br />But Celestia limits visas pretty strictly<br />So thankfully the whole place hasn't been flooded with brony neckbeards<br />Still, you've seen a worrying number of ponies wearing trilby's lately<br />Cultural exchange is not always a good thing<br />You are not on a tourist visa...you're here to work<br />It doesn't matter what you do, that's not why you're reading this story<br />Just know that you live in Ponyville and have a lot of free time to mingle with the locals<br /><br />Today you're wrapping up work early<br />*Knock* *Knock*<br />Visitors? In this town it could be anybody<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello, I...&quot;</span><br />You're a little surprised to see Spoiled Rich at your door<br />Are you behind in your credit payments at Barnyard Bargains?<br />Wait...you don't even have a credit account at Barnyard Bargains.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good afternoon, Mr. Anonymous. I hope we haven't caught you at an inconvenient time?&quot;</span><br />We?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We were hoping to have a word with you. May we come in?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eh, sure...&quot;</span><br /><br />You step aside to let Diamond Tiara's mother enter, and a whole string of ponies follows her<br />Silver Spoon's mother, Silver Chalice. Mrs. Cake. Rumble's mother, Gusty Sunbeams.<br />Cookie Crumbles is here, along with Granny Smith and others<br />In all about a dozen ponies, all of them mothers except Pinkie Pie and a big chested stallion you recognize as Zipporwhill's father.<br />You're gonna need more seats...<br /><br />Luckily you have a lot of pillows in this rental house<br />You're spared the faux-pas of not having enough seats for every pony<br />Once tea has been offered, and you've set out a tray of cookies, you ask their business;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what can I help you with?&quot;</span><br />Spoiled Rich seems to be their self-declared leader, but Rarity &amp; Sweetie Belle's mother, Cookie begins in her midwest Equestria accent;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, we represent the Ponyville Protective Parents Participation Pact...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The PPPPP?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It isn't a very good name...but we have a very nice logo for our newsletter.&quot;</span><br />She continues;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're a little confused...and concerned about an incident that happened earlier today.&quot;</span><br />You have an idea what she's talking about,<br />But you play dumb for the moment.<br /><br />Silver Spoon's mother tosses something onto your coffee table<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Today around lunch time you confiscated these from my daughter and her friend Diamond Tiara.&quot;</span><br />Eeyup, just what you suspected<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, it didn't seem right for two little fillies to be smoking cigarettes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;INDEED NOT!&quot;</span><br />Spoiled Rich's voice is imperious, but massively self important<br />With good humor the ladies tolerate her in their midst. Mrs. Cake continues;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What Ms. Rich means is, we appreciate you taking those dreadful things from those two fillies. Knowing there are good ponies...and human-apes...in this town, who will look out for our children is one of the reasons we feel safe allowing them to play and roam freely. I hope Ponyville stays that way when my twins are old enough, and when they have their own foals.&quot;</span><br /><br />Granny Smith chimes in, and all the younger mares hush out of respect<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We gots a sayin' in Equestria: It takes a herd to raise a foal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We've got a similar saying in my world.&quot;</span><br />She nods, thinking you've got the picture,<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well good, good. And since you're part of our herd now we're plumb happy that you look out fer the young'uns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We just don't understand why ya left the job half done.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I beg your pardon, Granny Smith?&quot;</span><br />What does she mean, 'half done'?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You took them cigareeats off them girls...but then you didn't do nuthin'!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You didn't whup 'em,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You didn't even tell their Momma's what they been up to!&quot;</span><br /><br />Okay, that was weird<br />Did Granny Smith just suggest that you should have 'whupped' Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara when you caught them with cigarettes?<br />Well, she's getting on in years<br />Older folks sometimes say crazy things<br />You look around the room for reactions<br />But all the mothers wear the same questioning expression as Granny<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, I admit, I should have told the fillies' parents what I saw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just didn't want them to get into trouble</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was wrong. In the future I'll inform the parents if I stop a foal that's doing something they shouldn't be doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not my place to cut them a break...if you want to cut them a break you should decide that as their parents.&quot;</span><br />Pretty good, eh?<br />Okay...problem solved.<br /><br />But the mares don't seem comfortable with that.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's...satisfactory, I suppose&quot;</span><br />Spoiled Rich says nothing, but shakes her head<br />It's Button's mother, Milfay that finally says what's on every pony's mind;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But we'd much rather you handled the situation on the spot.&quot;</span><br />You're still not getting it<br />Human-apes must have thick skulls<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How should I do that?&quot;</span><br /><br />Granny Smith throws her arms up in frustration;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gol-Dang'it! Just what I already done said! I'm the one supposed to be goin' deaf here, not you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya whup their little behinds!&quot;</span><br /><br />You look around the room and all mares are nodding, as if you were the only one in the room who didn't know that<br />You give a glance to the one stallion in the room, who is chewing a mouthful of cookies<br />When you make eye contact he raises his eyebrows and nods slowly...affirmatively<br />Silently saying;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, bro. You should have known that.</span><br />You turn to the room<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're all okay with this?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We INSIST upon it!&quot;</span><br />Spoiled Rich speaks in declarations.<br />It's up to the others to translate her indignation.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, Mr. Anonymous, disciplining them on the spot is exactly what we'd all do&quot;</span><br />comments Cookie<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;and we don't understand why you didn't.&quot;</span><br /><br />You try to explain that human culture is different;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's a big taboo in human society, disciplining someone else's kid...and hitting one could land you in jail.&quot;</span><br />The mares mutter disapprovingly among themselves<br />Silver Chalice cuts straight to the point;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That may work for your society, but you are in Equestria now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you think you ought to adapt to OUR culture, especially as it pertains to OUR foals?&quot;</span><br />There isn't much you can say to that<br />She's got you there<br /><br />Cookie Crumbles goes on;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We would understand if you didn't want to be involved in our town...with our foals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We would respect that and tell them to leave you in peace.&quot;</span><br />Pinkie Pie injects;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like Cranky Donkey wanted me to do!&quot;</span><br />All the mothers look at her, questioningly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pinkie, what are you doing here? You are not a parent.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I saw a whole crowd of ponies heading for 'Nonny's house and thought it was a party.&quot;</span><br />She darts over and whispers loudly in your ear;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is a pretty lame party. All these mares want to do is sit around talking about spankings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe we could get some pi�ata's for them to spank!&quot;</span><br />Mrs. Cake raises her voice;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;PINKIE! You are supposed to be watching the shop now. GO!&quot;</span><br />With a 'Yikes!' expression on her face, Pinkie Pie is gone in a flash.<br />Cup Cake sits there, shaking her head<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just don't know what we're going to do with her.&quot;</span><br /><br />Cookie continues;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As I said, we would understand if you didn't want to be involved in our foals' lives, but you're there for them in so many other ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're always willing to help with their homework...&quot;</span><br />Gusty Sunbeams adds;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You serve as Life Guard so they can swim in the lake.&quot;</span><br />Milfay is next;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You chaperoned their school camping trip in the Whitetail Woods.&quot;</span><br />Each mare has an example to offer<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And it's not just the fun things you help them with...&quot;</span><br />says Shady Daze's mother<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When my Shady sprained his pastern playing in the gully you carried him 3 miles to the hospital...then walked another half-mile to come fetch me and tell me what had happened.&quot;</span><br /><br />Milfay gets the conversation back on track;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So we don't understand...you're so willing to help with everything else, even the unpleasant things, why not with this one little thing?&quot;</span><br />Granny adds;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It ain't like we expect you to tan their heinie's every single day. They's all good foals deep down...it don't happen often.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mr. Anonymous, you're giving us very mixed signals.&quot;</span><br /><br />So you try to explain a little about the human world;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See, in my culture a lot of parents...not all...have moved on to other discipline methods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stuff like taking away a privilege or favorite toy...restricting them to their bedroom.&quot;</span><br />The mares snort and shake their heads in disdain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, we have ponies here in Equestria who feel that way.&quot;</span><br />explains Cookie<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My sister in Baltimare for example. When I took my Sweetie Belle with me to visit last month she was looking forward to playing with her little cousin and seeing the city with him so much...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But he was grounded for some silly little thing that happened a week ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was just awful, neither of them could go out and play together...it ruined the visit for both of them.&quot;</span><br />The mares all nod approvingly.<br />You realize; you're not going to win this debate<br /><br />You make one last grasp for some support<br />You ask Zipphorwill's father his opinion;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We've heard from the ladies...what say you on this?&quot;</span><br />Maybe a stallion will understand your hesitancy better<br />But instead he shrugs;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Honestly, if you can catch Zipper there's a few more things I'd like you to spank her for. If you can catch her...&quot;</span><br /><br />Alright.<br />So what's the big deal? You knew there would be cultural adjustments when you moved to Equestria<br />Looks like you're gonna be expected to smack some little horse butts now and then<br />You've already accepted it when Spoiled Rich issues an ultimatum;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mr. Anonymous, on this we must INSIST.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you're going to be part of our foals' lives you must FULLY engage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you are not willing to occasionally discipline a naughty filly or colt we MUST ask that you not be involved in their lives at all.</span><br />Mrs. Cake adds;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But we hope you do remain engaged. They benefit so much from having you around.&quot;</span><br />All of them look to you expectantly<br />Hoping you'll say 'yes', worried you'll say 'no' and step out of their foal's lives.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, in the future I'll...&quot;</span><br />Boy it sounds weird to say it<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be sure to spank any foal I catch doing something that warrants it.&quot;</span><br />It's an answer that gives you some latitude<br />And it seems to satisfy the mares.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very good&quot;</span><br />Silver Chalice declares;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then let's start now.&quot;</span><br />She pushes the door open with her hoof<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You two get your little rumps in here NOW.&quot;</span><br />Wait...Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara have been waiting outside the whole time?<br />Apparently so...they trudge in with sad, nervous looks on their faces<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mr. Anonymous has explained the delay in punishing you two rascals. What do you have to say to him?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're sorry Mr. Anon.&quot;</span><br />They speak in one synchronized voice<br />Tiara looks embarrassed and remorseful, Silver keeps shooting terrified glances toward her mother<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'm sorry about all the confusion, girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If I'd known how things work here we could be done with all this unpleasantness by now.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well we'll be done soon enough&quot;</span><br />Spoiled pushes the two weeping fillies forward<br /><br />You don't know how to start<br />When you woke up this morning you didn't think 'spanking two little ponies' was on your agenda for today<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um...alright, who wants to be first?&quot;</span><br />They look at each other in fear<br />No kid wants to answer that question<br />The longer it's delayed the more chance there is a comet will destroy Equestria and save their little rumps from doom<br /><br />Obviously, neither foal wants to hop up on your lap first<br />But going second is no fun either...watching your friend suffer and knowing you're next<br />Diamond and Spoon have enough to worry about without a difficult decision<br />But Silver Chalice makes that decision for them<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GIRLS! Up on Mr. Anon's lap, THIS INSTANT!&quot;</span><br /><br />Her sharp command snaps them both into action<br />Both fillies scramble for position, clumsily climbing up onto your lap<br />You've had fillies <span class="br0">&#40;</span>and a few colts<span class="br0">&#41;</span> jockeying for space on your lap before<br />Mostly when you were telling them a story about the human-ape world<br />But this time the intent is different<br />Now two weepy fillies lay there, faces down, trembling rumps in the air<br />Silver on the inside, against your abdomen<br />Tiara on the outside, nearer your knees<br />Both tails pressed tight against their vulnerable tushies<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay...how do I start?&quot;</span><br />The mothers roll their eyes<br />Spoiled Rich gives you an answer though;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I doubt you have a mane brush or a proper paddle handy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Although that band of cow-leather you wear to keep your monkey-pants from falling down has promise...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your 'hand', as you call it, is large and wide enough to be sufficient. We'll deal with these fillies PROPERLY when we get them home.&quot;</span><br /><br />You feel Diamond &amp; Spoon shake in fear when they hear that pronouncement<br />They're visibly crying harder, knowing this is only a warm-up<br />You don't feel right about it...and it's time to put your foot down.<br /><br />You sweep your arms around both fillies<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No you don't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ladies, if I'm gonna do this you can't undermine my authority&quot;</span><br />Sound convincing?<br />It's a bluff.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If I'm expected to punish your foals I'm giving the ONLY punishment&quot;</span><br />You try to speak like Chalice &amp; Spoiled do...loud and grandiose<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I'm done this punishment is done...no Round Two&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or I'm out.&quot;</span><br /><br />There's a silence<br />You can be a big, intimidating human ape when you want to<br />But is it enough?<br />The other moms would gladly accept your terms<br />But it's not their foals in trouble<br />Only the two mothers directly involved get a vote<br />They look at each other but say nothing<br />Finally;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, you are two very lucky fillies&quot;</span><br />Spoiled agrees with Silver Chalice;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You both owe Mr. Anonymous a big thanks&quot;</span><br /><br />So your bluff worked<br />At least when you're done these two don't have more to worry about<br />Granny Smith gives a last bit of advice, softly;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Move their tails out the way, Mr. Anon&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No filly likes to have her bottom and private parts uncovered, but if ye accident'ly whack their dock it could really hurt a lil' foal&quot;</span><br />You gently do as she says<br />Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon squeal in dismay as you move their soft tails<br />But when they turn to look up at you their faces carry a hint of gratitude<br />They don't want to be spanked, but a session with you isn't as bad as facing the wrath of their moms<br /><br />Dragging this out is cruel<br />It's time to start<br />You draw back your hand and pick your target from the two on offer...<br />*Smack!*<br /><br />You had to play a quick game of 'Einey-Meeney-Miney-Moe' to decide<br />But it's Silver Spoon who gets the first spank<br />She gasps...your hand covers her entire butt and it's harder than she expected<br />Beside her, Diamond Tiara wails in fear, knowing she's next<br />And she doesn't have to wait long...she gets two for Silver's one<br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br />Then back to Silver<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whhhhaaaaahhhhh!&quot;</span><br />With two little quivering rumps in front of you there's no lack of targets<br />You count carefully<br />Your technique appears random, but each filly is getting the same count of spanks<br />Sometimes you spank back and forth; <span class="nu0">1</span> for Diamond, <span class="nu0">1</span> for Silver, <span class="nu0">1</span> for Diamond, <span class="nu0">1</span> for Silver<br />And sometimes you concentrate on one filly's bottom for a set of spanks<br /><br />Both girls are a sniffling, bawling mess<br />Even when it's not their turn to get whacked they cringe at every loud clap<br />Neither knows if the next spank is going to renew the fire in their butt, or her best friend's<br />Both cry and squirm plenty<br />You must be doing a good job<br /><br />So how long should you keep this up?<br />You've never given a spanking before...especially to a tiny horse<br />You raise your head to look at the mares for opinions, but they just look on approvingly<br />The single stallion in the room is still chewing on cookies<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Baaawwwww! Anon, we're SOOOORRRRRRYYYYYY!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whaaaahhhh! Please stop, please no more! Whhhaahh!&quot;</span><br />Looks like the fillies are ready to stop, but they don't get a vote<br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHHHAAAHHH!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WE'RE SORRRRRRYYYYYY!&quot;</span><br />You feel bad that they're suffering<br />This pair had a bad reputation for brattiness<br />Only recently they'd begun to turn over a new leaf<br />It seems sad to be punishing them now<br />But a turnaround to good behavior won't happen overnight<br />This spanking is just a step along the way<br />*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*<br />A painful one.<br /><br />You've resolved to end this when their backsides reach a certain level of pinkness<br />Difficult, since Diamond Tiara's coat is already pink<br />But you can see enough of their skin through the fur to make a safe judgement<br />And they've got a little more to go<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whhhaaaa, Owwww, Ow! Ow! OW! No more, OW! Please, Anon!&quot;</span><br />You're going to take your responsibility seriously<br />Little fillies shouldn't smoke cigarettes...they've earned this<br />Still, they are just little fillies<br />Waiting, knowing they were doomed to a painful spanking was a heavy dose of misery right there<br />Somehow, with zero experience, you need to balance their suffering with society's demand that they be punished<br />Just gotta wing it...<br /><br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br />They both howl and squeal in anguish<br />Those rumps are getting pretty close to fully cooked as well<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OwOwooowwWWW! It hurts!&quot;</span><br />Time to draw this to a close<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Diamond, Silver...you know what you did wrong, right?&quot;</span><br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aiiieee! Ow! Yes, Mr. *sob* Anon, we d-do!&quot;</span><br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you know why it's wrong?&quot;</span><br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHHHAAHH! Yes, we'll NEVER *hic* smoke cigarettes again!&quot;</span><br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good, because if I ever hear about you doing that again you won't just answer to your parents!&quot;</span><br />*Smack!* *Smack!*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll be explaining yourself to ME as well, got it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHHHAAAAA!!! Yes! Please stop!&quot;</span><br />Not yet<br />They each get a painful <span class="nu0">10</span>-spank finale<br />First Diamond, then Silver Spoon<br />It's enough to have them shrieking and struggling to escape your lap<br />But it's over<br /><br />You allow them a few moments to realize the punishment is over<br />And for the first time you notice how much your own hand stings<br />Yow! You probably couldn't even hold a pencil right now<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's okay, girls. You can get down now.&quot;</span><br /><br />Sniffling, rubbing their sore heinies, the two fillies climb off your lap<br />There's no brattiness or defiance left in them<br />They stand before you, sobbing contritely<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, we're never going to have to do this again, are we?&quot;</span><br />Rhetorical question; but it seems like the way to go right now.<br /><br />They nod emphatically<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-No sir...*sniffle* not never, ever!&quot;</span><br />You nod approvingly...the mares seem to like how you handled things too<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay then...&quot;</span><br />You toussle their manes<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't you go upstairs for a few minutes? If you go out on the balcony and look down you can see a nest of baby birds that just hatched. Be very quiet, don't disturb the mother.&quot;</span><br /><br />They're still smarting from the spanking, but small smiles appear on their tear-streaked faces<br />Both fillies hurry upstairs, as fast as their sore rumps can manage<br />You don't know if they're really interested in baby birds, or just desperate to escape a room full of angry moms<br />And now you are left alone with that room full of moms<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You handled that very well, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br />The others agree with Cookie, but Spoiled Rich adds;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I still think that leather strap around your waist would have worked better...&quot;</span><br />But the consensus is that you've executed your duties perfectly<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Would any of you ladies like more tea?&quot;</span><br /><br />Two days later you're coming home with your shopping bags from the market<br />Asparagus is in season, it looks good today<br />As usual cherries are overpriced<br />And Granny Smith would probably come after you with a wooden spoon if you forget apples <span class="br0">&#40;</span>you don't<span class="br0">&#41;</span><br />You get a pound of fresh fish too, which you have to buy from the pet food stand<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eh, but Mr. Anon, you don't have a pet.&quot;</span><br />It's useless to try to explain to the ponies<br />Human apes are just weird.<br /><br />As you head home a small group led by breathless filly runs up to you<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, hi Scoots&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hiya, Anon! Rumble's brother showed him how make a super cool raft outta barrels and Big Mac gave us the scrap wood to build it</span><br />Truffle Shuffle continues;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But we're not allowed to sail it on Big Willow lake unless we got a grown-up with us&quot;</span><br />So Twist asks;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can you pleath come be our Lithe Guard?&quot;</span><br />How can you say no?<br /><br />As you walk out to the lake with a herd of excited foals you notice Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara sheepishly hanging toward the back<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They must hate my guts</span><br />So you fall back a little to talk to them<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How are you doing?&quot;</span><br />Both hang their heads low<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're okay. We're really sorry about the other day&quot;</span><br />Spoon adds;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We haven't touched cigarettes since!&quot;</span><br />Well I hope not<br />That was only two days ago<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'm sorry too. If I'd just handled things the way your mothers expected I may have saved everyone a lot of trouble.&quot;</span><br /><br />DT finally asks;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, are we allowed to come to the lake too, or are you still mad at us?&quot;</span><br />They both look up at you, hungry for confirmation that they are forgiven<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course. That was a weird day for everyone. Let's put it behind us, okay?&quot;</span><br />That draws two wide smiles<br />They thank you, and race ahead to be with the others<br /><br />Success!<br />The raft actually floats!<br />It gets stuck a few times, so you have to wade out to get it unfouled from submerged logs, but it works pretty well<br />They even get you to come aboard<br />It sits low in the water, but the craft holds your weight<br /><br />After a few hours of pirate battles, exploring and a belly flop competition you and your tiny equine crew ties the raft up in a shady spot for some rest<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure it's safe?&quot;</span><br />asks Tiara<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What if the raft sinks while we're asleep?&quot;</span><br />You re-assure her<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll keep one eye open&quot;</span><br />That satisfies her. As long as a grown-up deems it safe she trusts.<br />And when they all sprawl out for a nap, Silver and Tiara curl up right on your lap<br />In almost the exact same spots where they got their spankings<br /><br />Ponyville sure is a weird place<br />But you're getting used to it.<br /><br />END</div></div>




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