Starving, Send BrowniesDragging his hooves, the brown colt practically threw himself at the table, his front limbs stretching across it. His jaw rested on the table, he puffed out his cheeks in a deep, dramatic sigh.Starving, Send Brownies in Short Stories More Like This
"That couldn't be Inks, could it??" Came a light voice from the kitchen of the small shop. "I think I know that dramatic entrace anywhere." She laughed lightly, but did not appear.
Inks puffed his cheeks out a bit more before letting the air out, sticking his tongue out as well. He scrambled a bit, before pulling out a piece of paper from his bags, and his other art supplies. He used his tail, making a small picture of himself slumped over the table and looking like skin and bones.
STARVING, SEND BROWNIES.
Was painted across the top, and with a flap of his wings, the finished image fluttered into the kitchen. There was a brief silence before the mare in the back began to laugh.
Buttercream trotted out, the picture hovering over her head, levitated by magic. Sitting down across f
Buttercream Vs. Inks: DDR[The following includes the song Stamp on the Ground by the Italobrothers. I suggest listening to it before reading this. Link to a Youtube in the description!]Buttercream Vs. Inks: DDR in Short Stories More Like This
Stepping into the arcade, the two ponies looked at each other, before spying the machine they had come for. The dancing game was blinking at them in an almost alluring fashion, luring the two companions deeper inside to do battle.
Grinning, Inks flew over and landed on the right pad, his smirk even larger when Buttercream merely sauntered over. She settled herself onto the right pad, halving her eyes at him.
The music started, and Inks went first. He bounced easily and skillfully on the correct buttons, not missing a beat. Getting up onto his front legs only even, just to show off. Using his wings to propel him faster in beat to the already racing song.
As the music died down for a brief intermission between turns, he panted hard, watching his white companion. The music kicked off for the second half, and the mare merely