There's a Hole in my Lyra (Down Below) by Cuddlepug, literature
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There's a Hole in my Lyra (Down Below)
"Written from the Venerable Earl... to the concerned party,
It has come to my attention that with grave discourse many have seemingly adopted a negative stance towards the recent pony plush-toy range with the custom-cut vagina. I contend that such a plush has every right to exist and that those negatively disposed towards it are failing to see the multitudinous benefits to its existence. Firstly, and with the greatest of importance, may I add, I strongly argue that this plush-toy is no less acceptable than any other erotic image or work of fiction designed with the primary objective of helping a brony to reach a satisfying climax. In fact, I
Lay Off Hasbro and Stop Sending Hate-Mail by Cuddlepug, literature
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Lay Off Hasbro and Stop Sending Hate-Mail
It should come as no great surprise that during the couple of years that the brony community has been growing, more and more people have been finding reasons to object to some of the decisions that Hasbro have chosen to make. One of the most well-known issues was the infamous 'Derpy' situation, where certain people actively sent hate-mail to Hasbro for 'altering' the Derpy Hooves character. Despite the entire fiasco being unsympathetic and diabolical the community overreaction was embarrassing, to say the least it did a lot to suggest that, when they feel scorned, some bronies can be vicious little bastards.
Being made aware of
My Little Pony: Orange-Cross Empire, Chapter 9 by Cuddlepug, literature
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My Little Pony: Orange-Cross Empire, Chapter 9
"They're selling well?" Farleigh asked eagerly. "What else does the letter say?"
"Nothing much," I replied. "Just that Mr. Orange will be requiring more dresses from you soon."
Farleigh was grinning as she tucked into her sandwich. I had learned that her favourite type of sandwich had a filling exclusively of dandelions. She had quite the appetite for such a young mare, and she managed to get through three before she finally licked the crumbs from her lips, pushing her plate towards me and hinting that she had finished.
"You can wash it up," I said, and she paused for a moment, perhaps thinking to refuse. She obviously understood that obje