You never stay in one town for too long, and the reason is very clear. If you did hang around for too long, then certainly the authorities would become suspicious of the disappearing ponies. It's not your fault, you blame it all on Ponies for tasting so delectable! They're so tasty, in fact, that you'd never be able to suppress your ravenous cravings for the sweetest meat around.
You enter town casually, wondering who might make a good target. The whole town is a big, delicious sugar-bowl, the ponies are all pampered and spoiled on a life of casual living, it'd be too easy to pick a few off and they'd be oh so satisfying! You notice an orange pony with some especially tight calves walk by, she must be a working mare. The meat would be good, but too much trouble for you to fight with her. She seems as tough as she would be tasty.
"Aaaaand stay out!"
You look to your left, a purple mare is being shoved out of a local tavern. She staggers to the sidewalk, and trips over her own hooves. If her stumbling weren't enough of a hint, her blushing cheeks and drowsy eyes sold it. She's an alcoholic, sauced up this early in the morning too. You trot up to her and fake sympathy as best as you can,
"Oh my, you look terrible!"
You nudge the mare with your snout, and wish you hadn't. She reeks of body odor and urine. You nudge her again and manage to get her up onto her wobbly feet. She blinks lazily at you, and slurrs,
"Thanksh mish... mish..."
"Orange Sherbet, my name is Orange Sherbet."
"You're sho nishe... I'm Berry Punsh... C-can you take... me uh... me.... uh.."
"Home? Do you need me to take you home?"
"Yesh pleshe.... I gotta, Berry Pinch musht be..."
"Shush now, just point me towards your home and we'll get you back."
She gestures a hoof toward one side of town, and you pull her arm up beside you. You regret that too, being this close to her soiled, filthy fur makes your eyes water. You're going to have to wash this one off if you want to stomach her later. You follow her drunken directions for a while, and manage to find her house.
You push the door open and toss Berry Punch forward. She stumbles a bit and falls onto her couch. Her breathing slows and becomes heavier. She's completely passed out, a hurricane couldn't wake her, so you decide to sample your prey. You lean down to her body, still bearing her musky, drunken stench, and run your tongue up her belly. She's covered in booze, must have spilled it all over herself. She'll be delicious, now how will you enjoy her....
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