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7/23/2025, 11:14:21 AM
>ponies think they're sneaky
>it had started out innocently, if oddly enough
>one afternoon you noticed a window open, and a towel on the floor with a remarkably foal-shaped lump underneath it
>bemused, you watched as it slowly scooted across the floor towards the kitchen
>and then somehow, straight up the side of the cabinet and onto the counter
>and you probably should have guessed, straight for the cookie jar
>stopping a few inches short, a single blue hoof began questing around from the fringe of the towel
>as the seconds ticked by you heard muffled frustration, hoof tippity-clipping on the counter
>you felt kind of bad for whoever's kid this was, so eventually you just grabbed a cookie yourself and set it within the search area
>as soon as the appendage touched it, you heard a tiny squee and the prize was snatched inward
>this was followed by the sounds of furious nibbling
>well, this had been amusing and all but it was time to wrap things up.
Ahem.
>the towel suddenly stopped its gnawing and froze
>a split-second later it was flung up blocking your vision
>"IT'S THE FUZZ! CHEESE IT!"
>the last you detected of your intruder was frantic galloping and presumably a leap out the open window again
>if only that had been the end of things
>whatever bouts of nosiness or kleptomania were driving these ponies, you had apparently been designated the town's divinely ordained break-in victim
>sometimes your food
>sometimes your socks
>there was that one night you were about to go to sleep, when you noticed your pillow on the floor but the case was quite full and in its intended spot, with Cherry Berry's tail dangling out
>giving it a tug, you were treated to the sight of four legs bursting through the casing, which then haphazardly ran around bonking into things before getting a clear escape vector by pure dumb luck
>you would start locking up, if you weren't fairly certain all the horses would sit there looking at your house sadly when they can't get in
>it had started out innocently, if oddly enough
>one afternoon you noticed a window open, and a towel on the floor with a remarkably foal-shaped lump underneath it
>bemused, you watched as it slowly scooted across the floor towards the kitchen
>and then somehow, straight up the side of the cabinet and onto the counter
>and you probably should have guessed, straight for the cookie jar
>stopping a few inches short, a single blue hoof began questing around from the fringe of the towel
>as the seconds ticked by you heard muffled frustration, hoof tippity-clipping on the counter
>you felt kind of bad for whoever's kid this was, so eventually you just grabbed a cookie yourself and set it within the search area
>as soon as the appendage touched it, you heard a tiny squee and the prize was snatched inward
>this was followed by the sounds of furious nibbling
>well, this had been amusing and all but it was time to wrap things up.
Ahem.
>the towel suddenly stopped its gnawing and froze
>a split-second later it was flung up blocking your vision
>"IT'S THE FUZZ! CHEESE IT!"
>the last you detected of your intruder was frantic galloping and presumably a leap out the open window again
>if only that had been the end of things
>whatever bouts of nosiness or kleptomania were driving these ponies, you had apparently been designated the town's divinely ordained break-in victim
>sometimes your food
>sometimes your socks
>there was that one night you were about to go to sleep, when you noticed your pillow on the floor but the case was quite full and in its intended spot, with Cherry Berry's tail dangling out
>giving it a tug, you were treated to the sight of four legs bursting through the casing, which then haphazardly ran around bonking into things before getting a clear escape vector by pure dumb luck
>you would start locking up, if you weren't fairly certain all the horses would sit there looking at your house sadly when they can't get in
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