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- >Be the owner of Lavandar the fluffy pony
- >He's a snark, you're a ditz, it works
- >Be an actor based in the 'burbs of Vancouver
- >Work at a nameless sandwich shop too to live a life of halfway-luxury
- >One day strike up a conversation with one of the more attractive regulars
- >short, long brown hair, cute butt, bigg-ish chest
- >8/10
- >Charm her like a fucking boss with all that actor's eccentricity
- >Get a number, get a date
- >Keep Lavandar in the dark about the whole affair
- >"Ignorance is bliss" and what-have-you
- >Still a foal, you don't really know how the he'd react in a somewhat-romantic setting, relationship, date...
- >...post-date extracurricular activities
- >Cook him a little extra steak and and an entire pastrami sandwich before you leave
- >He gets a little curious at this food surplus
- "Wha' wif hooman today? Wavandar though' hooman was 'weigh conshuss'"
- >Admittedly, ever since you got skinny after highschool, you've been a slight health nut
- >Put on the biggest smile
- "Naw big guy, I just have a big-time wine tasting with some higher-ups at the studios tonight, and I don't want you to get hungry if I'm out too late"
- >His mouth opens slightly in happiness
- "Weww... tank yoo hooman"
- >Finally make it out the door without incident
- >Think you hear laughing as you leave, but it's probably him on a You-Laugh-You-Lose thread
- >Take the girl out for a drive in your 3-series Beamer
- >Get some food at an Olive Garden
- >She mentions she smokes weed on the occasion, but silly things like bills always get in the way
- >Wellthen.jpg
- >Mention you're financially comfortable enough to have hash in the house at all times
- >She asks to go back to your place and meet up with her friend Mary Jane
- >Make it back to your place
- >You both have had a few too many
- >Open the door
- >Get on the floor
- >Start making out
- >She's all over me
- >Suddenly, a squeak
- "Daddeh!"
- >Fucking forgot...
- >She squeals in delight and intoxication
- "You have a FLUFFY PONY?"
- >She runs to pick him up and holds him out
- "Am fwuffy!"
- "What's your name wittle guy?"
- "Fwuffy am Wavandaw!"
- >Her fucking eyes become dinner plates
- "YOU'RE SHO CYUUUTE!"
- >She starts rubbing him all over her face
- >Your boner demands she pay attention
- "Uh, so I'll go get my bong..."
- >She grins and follows you upstairs to your room
- >Fuckyeah.png
- >You two take off your jackets and light it up
- >Start laughing your asses off
- "Pwetty smoke!"
- >Fuck why
- >Again, she is all over Lavandar
- "Oh you are juss the cutest!"
- >She's slurring and rubbing him slower on her face and neck
- >The little fucker's just smirking the whole time
- "Your fluff feels SO SOFT on my face..."
- >You bet your hair would feel pretty good on her face too
- >Try to get her attention again
- >She's far too gone
- >High as fuck, she's rubbing the ball of purple fluff all over herself and can't get enough
- "Pwetty wady wuv Wavandar?"
- "Yes I do, oh yes I do!" she coos
- "Wavandar wuv pwetty wady!"
- >She plants a big sloppy kiss on his head
- >He licks her hand cutely
- >Overcome, she blows into his stomach
- >He tries the same, in her chest
- >She's fucking laughing her ass off
- "Oh you wittle wascal..."
- >Her voice trails off as she continues to feel the fuzz all over her
- >Your high gets the better of you, and you pass out
- >Wake up in the morning with a note on your face
- "Had a great time! Tell Lavandar I love him and we should play again sometime!"
- >Signed, Traci
- >Fucking girls
- "Dat was fun"
- >See him on his haunches next to you, blank-faced
- "For you probably"
- "Hooman nu mad at Wavandar?"
- >You sigh
- "Yoo should, Wavandah wig da ting fwom da get-go"
- >Look at him in disbelief
- >He shrugs, evilly smirking
- "Hate da pwaya, not da gayme, dummy hooman"
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