It just slipped my mind, was all.
Doesn’t sound familiar.
I’ve been saying that a lot lately.
I’m saying there is no chance in the deepest fathoms of unholy Hell that Boscov and I would ever be able to have a child.
Even if I was capable.
And a question can have every bit of sting as a comment. Don’t try to waltz your way around me with a smile and a nod and think you can say whatever you want.
Yeah… There’s a reason I haven’t had another one… Can’t imagine how bad one would be now.
Oh, my favorite part was when [omitted] Octavia herself was there for all that.
I’ll be honest, I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
Cat pony?
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Cat pony…
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Oh! You mean Strawberry? Ha! I forgot that ever happened!
Maybe for little fillies. And the inverse would hold true for little colts.
Among adults? I don’t think so.
Now, our society does lean more toward feminine rights above men’s, and that would be a culture shock to a human, I’m sure. But I don’t think there’s many mares that hate stallions.
Unnat-…
Look here. Without a substantial amount of magic, and I’m talking gene splicing levels of accuracy the likes of which would give even Princess Celestia pause, a bear and a pony cannot have a child.
What anypony thinks about it is less than any of my concern.
Suspicious of what?
I think you accidentally part of the question.
It could happen. I’m not invincible and I do need sleep. It all depends on who’s willing to do what.
At any given time there is an innocent filly living in this house. On weekdays, there’s two. If you break into my house, your life is in my hooves, and I am willing to take it from you.
As a hypothetical thief, are you willing to kill over less than the down payment for a decent house when you can get twice as much somewhere else without so great a risk?
A dumb thief is easily dispatched, a smart thief would go elsewhere.
Then permanent injury would be replaced with possible dismemberment.
Also, none of them have ever entered my house. Most of that crud is just messages I receive.
Asterisks do not equate action manifest.
In the time it would take to sort through things and find something to take, the perpetrator would likely turn around and find my hoof up their behind.
Sure, I work. But I don’t always post when I’m working. And if I do, I don’t always post when there’s a cancellation. Anypony willing to risk possible permanent injury over, maybe a hundred bits worth-of pawning material?
There’s just more worthwhile, safer options than this household.