And then there were ponies.

[andcontrarywise]

*It's a pretty nice day, isn't it? The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. And in one of the fields, there's a winged pony prancing about a little and generally looking pleased with hirself

Comments

[suppliesdemand]

I couldn't have possibly done anything to deserve this.

[sistercomplex]

[Cocking head to the side and studying.]

Aren't they kinda uncomfortable on your face? And hey, how'd you get a horn? You're not a fighter are you?

[suppliesdemand]

They seem to fit well enough... And, no, I'm not a fighter. I have no idea why I would have one.

[sistercomplex]

I guess it makes you look cooler.

Which is good cuz your ass tattoo is totally lame.

[suppliesdemand]

...My what tattoo?

[sistercomplex]

[Ear flick]

The mark you've got on your ass. It's some sorta chart I think.

[suppliesdemand]

[Cranes his head around to check out his own ass.]

Yes, that's what it looks like to me, too. I suppose it's inoffensive, at least as unwanted tattoos go.

[sistercomplex]

You don't like tattoos?

[suppliesdemand]

No, not at all.

[sistercomplex]

I think they're all right. I've got one. You just need a better one. Maybe you could have like... cash or something.

[suppliesdemand]

That would be a bit crude. Anyway, I have no intention of ever getting a tattoo of any kind.

[sistercomplex]

But you're rich and shit right? It fits.

[suppliesdemand]

My family is rich, yes. I don't see how that would excuse my flaunting it all over my hindquarters, though.

[sistercomplex]

Hey I don't want to be flaunting wings all over my ass but it's what I got stuck with.

[suppliesdemand]

And a chart is what I got stuck with.

[sistercomplex]

At least you're not all... pretty.