Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Slimedog]

No they look awsome. Very nice! ^-^

[Miss Captain Sexy]

Wintersmith ~~~~~~~ Summer


((continue? if you get the book referance, you get a cookie!))

Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett. xD The plague of chickens cracked me up. (Werk...) And it's the Morris dance.

Oh yeah huh..... Anyways, i just finished that book, so i decided to write a story about it. I'll continue later.

[retro-rage]

Joshua-----------------------------------Amee

Arn't they cute.
I saw the new pony and loved the pairing.

[Selcouth]

Terry [♂] .&&. Ron [♂]
Sarah [♀]
x-x-x
It was a Tuesday, and as sunny as it could get in Ceno City, which meant that the streets were more congested than usual and no one really knew why. It's human nature to go out and enjoy a sunny day- particularly in places where "sunny" is just enough light to cast a florescent sheen of green over the water in the street- but once you're in the push and pull of other instinct-driven people, you begin to forget why you thought this was a good idea.

Two scientists of the BioLight Apothecaries, Ron and Terry, were probably in the best place to enjoy the filtered sunlight; but it is quite unfortunate, in hindsight, that they were so distracted by the donkey in front of them to properly appreciate it.

"Really, guys. I'm starting to think you've gone too far."
The comment belonged to Terry, the elder of the two friends. He and Ron were having one of their more interesting days at work, stolen away from their usual paperwork and shoved into the Apothecary's courtyard, under the orders to "supervise" the newest creation from the experimentation labs. Two other scientists were there with them, flanking the sides of the creature; apparently these two were responsible for the animal. They looked sheepish.

It was a donkey, probably. It was also a unicorn. Since neither of the species were supposed to breed with each other, the animal's genes were even more of an enigma. It was shaggy with long blonde hair, which clumped up in thick bundles and obscured its eyes. It had a horn from its mother along with the long, flowing tail- and from its father, it had a donkey's build and temperament, the huge ears, solid hooves as opposed to the unicorn's cloven variety. It presumably blinked at him, under all the hair. But most of all...

"It has trousers," said Ron, in a voice only slightly above a whisper. The thing about Ron is that he always looked perplexed, as if he was consistently confused about the world around him, which made it kind of hard to tell when he was genuinely puzzled by something. But he was this time. Everyone but the guilty scientists were.

One of the scientists cleared his throat, exchanging a quick glance with his partner in genetic crime. "It's a French thing," he said, although he looked doubtful about this himself. "Donkeys wear pants in France."

Ron silently mouthed this phrase a few times, like he was working through the rhyme bit-by-bit. Terry just rolled his eyes.

"Well, uh..." He tried to think of something intelligent to say. But really, what could you? You have an unholy combination of one of the most graceful creatures in existence, and one of the least. And it was wearing pants. He stared at it for a while, and supposedly it stared back, although it might have just been sleeping while standing up. It hardly moved unless prodded, and even then it had a slow, steady gait. But Terry figured that it could walk for eternity, provided that it never met a wall.

An idea occurred to him. He jabbed Ron {who was still muttering the phrase in a sort of sing-song voice} in the ribs with his elbow. The two scientists looked hopefully at him, praying that their odd little creation wouldn't be euthanized for the good of the gene pool.
"We could always sell rides on it?"

...I don't even know, guys, I really don't. |D"

[lululizzy23]

Terry [♂] .&&. Ron [♂]
Sarah [♀]
x-x-x
It was a Tuesday, and as sunny as it could get in Ceno City, which meant that the streets were more congested than usual and no one really knew why. It's human nature to go out and enjoy a sunny day- particularly in places where "sunny" is just enough light to cast a florescent sheen of green over the water in the street- but once you're in the push and pull of other instinct-driven people, you begin to forget why you thought this was a good idea.

Two scientists of the BioLight Apothecaries, Ron and Terry, were probably in the best place to enjoy the filtered sunlight; but it is quite unfortunate, in hindsight, that they were so distracted by the donkey in front of them to properly appreciate it.

"Really, guys. I'm starting to think you've gone too far."
The comment belonged to Terry, the elder of the two friends. He and Ron were having one of their more interesting days at work, stolen away from their usual paperwork and shoved into the Apothecary's courtyard, under the orders to "supervise" the newest creation from the experimentation labs. Two other scientists were there with them, flanking the sides of the creature; apparently these two were responsible for the animal. They looked sheepish.

It was a donkey, probably. It was also a unicorn. Since neither of the species were supposed to breed with each other, the animal's genes were even more of an enigma. It was shaggy with long blonde hair, which clumped up in thick bundles and obscured its eyes. It had a horn from its mother along with the long, flowing tail- and from its father, it had a donkey's build and temperament, the huge ears, solid hooves as opposed to the unicorn's cloven variety. It presumably blinked at him, under all the hair. But most of all...

"It has trousers," said Ron, in a voice only slightly above a whisper. The thing about Ron is that he always looked perplexed, as if he was consistently confused about the world around him, which made it kind of hard to tell when he was genuinely puzzled by something. But he was this time. Everyone but the guilty scientists were.

One of the scientists cleared his throat, exchanging a quick glance with his partner in genetic crime. "It's a French thing," he said, although he looked doubtful about this himself. "Donkeys wear pants in France."

Ron silently mouthed this phrase a few times, like he was working through the rhyme bit-by-bit. Terry just rolled his eyes.

"Well, uh..." He tried to think of something intelligent to say. But really, what could you? You have an unholy combination of one of the most graceful creatures in existence, and one of the least. And it was wearing pants. He stared at it for a while, and supposedly it stared back, although it might have just been sleeping while standing up. It hardly moved unless prodded, and even then it had a slow, steady gait. But Terry figured that it could walk for eternity, provided that it never met a wall.

An idea occurred to him. He jabbed Ron {who was still muttering the phrase in a sort of sing-song voice} in the ribs with his elbow. The two scientists looked hopefully at him, praying that their odd little creation wouldn't be euthanized for the good of the gene pool.
"We could always sell rides on it?"

...I don't even know, guys, I really don't. |D"

This is awesome XD

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

Terry [♂] .&&. Ron [♂]
Sarah [♀]
x-x-x

This is brilliant! It's quite cute, I love it <3

[princexela]

<--- Masaru X Mia--->

[.:scales:.]

<--- Masaru X Mia--->

Wow!!! I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT!!! Can you make a story?

[princexela]

<--- Masaru X Mia--->

Wow!!! I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT!!! Can you make a story?

Well, I could try I guess. xD I'll post here again when I write it.

[swellows]

Last night I had a dream about you..
It might not be the right time
In this dream I'm dancing right beside you
I might not be the right one
And it looked like everyone was having fun
But there's something about us I want to say
he kind of feeling I've waited so long
Cause there's something between us anyway.


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