My Little Pony Party Pooped Novels & Stories

“Surprise! The party continues. We’re throwing an after-party here!” I blinked, mouth half-open as a few pieces of popcorn tumbled out of my mouth. “Jace, what!”

I can see Sleepy opening up a bottle of champagne with his tiny friends, showering in the foam and coating their entire bodies. "Bachelor life? Crazy parties?" I can't fight the grin from showing on my lips. "For being such tiny creatures, fairies sound rather wild," Sleepy laughs. "We can size-shift, but we take greater pleasure in shrinking other people for the hell of it. Last weekend, we hired a human stripper and shrunk her down to nothing; she was terrified," I shake my head. "Remind me to never go to a fairy party," "The pixie parties are far worse-..."

He sad proudly Mara who's waiting for his proud show off interrupted their conversation "Before opening this cake can young master Puck press this Button? Young master Puck opened the big birthday cake box and it revealed an imagery bikini shape, he laughed Lavishiously then pressed the button "Young master can I help you record this moment of happiness?" Mara asked taking out her phone "Yeah sure!" The young champ said and posed narcissistically just then the cake bursted splashing white paste to his face... Then a sound came from the device planted into the cake... "Puck Morgan, I wish you a life full of darkness and suffering thank you for making me the laughing stock of my family after c

James toddles toward Killian with absolute trust, and my heart melts completely. The birthday party was exactly what Sophia had promised—small, intimate, perfectly chaotic in the way only toddler celebrations could be. Sophia's Notting Hill garden buzzed with eight two-year-olds and their parents, everyone speaking in the careful tones people use around small children and breakable things. “Uncle Kill, look!“ ” James appeared at Killian's elbow, clutching a toy dinosaur with one arm missing. “T-Rex!”

I dug a shallow hole, pooped in it, covered it up, wiped with a leaf, and called Zion over to dig up the “ube.” Mama whipped me after that—Zion cried nonstop after grabbing the “special” ube. I was probably the only person laughing while getting spanked. Zion was right in front of me, and I couldn’t stop laughing at his horrified face. So yeah, I got whipped even more. Zion still hasn’t forgotten. He gets mad whenever I look at him and laugh for no reason—he knows exactly what I’m thinking. See? We’re eating, but I’m telling you poop stories. Sorry about that. Hehe.

"But guys... Even if we get caught some time or one day and we get thrashed by our parents or whosoever... Let's not by any slight chance regret it, that's why we'll pull our legs and burn our voices till we can't scream... Let's make it a party amongst parties, we have everything here, wine, ciders, beers, champagne, gin and tonic everything, as soon as she mentioned the 'gin and tonic ' everyone laughed and screamed with joy. Just as they were… Just out of nowhere a girl stood up, walked to the refrigerator, opened the crisper drawer (which had a couple bananas in it) pulled down her pants and proceeded to squat and piss in the crisper. Nobody stopped her when they saw what was going on be

“I just hope he hasn’t… You know… done anything strange?” “You’re overthinking it,” I said. “Maybe. Anyway, forget that. There’s a party tonight. One of my guys is throwing another one for his bro.” “Another one?” “Yeah. Some idiot ruined the last one. Sent frogs and rats in a package. Can you imagine? The guy opened it thinking it was a gift, and boom, chaos ensued. Party scattered in like five minutes.” "Frogs and rats." I blinked. “Who would even do that?” I asked.

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

That made me recall the charity gala I had attended with Jude, where Lotus had kidnapped me. I quickly shake off the memory the moment it comes. By evening, the party finally begins winding down. The twins are exhausted, and covered in cake. I don't ask how exactly it was possible. Some mysteries should remain unsolved. By the time we get home, both children are still talking excitedly. “Mum!” “Yes?” “I want a pony.” Linda had twenty ponies at her party. I could see why Allison got the idea. “No.” “A small pony.” “Still no.”

***Mike Pov*** I paused what I was watching at the company's cafeteria when I saw the message Angel had sent into our class W******p's group. In my head, what was she thinking before posting this because I had told her I was not gonna be around on that Sunday. My grandma wanted to take me to the small land she has gotten from the money we have piled up from my salary. I was also thinking another think because she was still tipsy when I boarded her a taxi to her house. Maybe she was high on something when she posted it. She called it Pun Party. Who even helped her with the name? To sincere, it was funny to me.