Cotton-Tail

Female. Lives in Dragon Lands, Equestria. Born on April 4, 1986

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May 21, 2024 9:31 pm RP

"......" Cotton remained quiet as she was busy Sitting at a pop-up stand after losing a bet. "Get... Smooches." She said with a growl in her voice whilst she awaited for her first customer. #rp

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Calaco Fleethoof

Calaco watched, entertained by the demeanor of the creature setting up the stand. The begrudging acceptance of one who lost and faces embarrassment, it reminded him of his old friends.

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Calaco Fleethoof

"Obviously, but I only want a smooch on each cheek." He commented as he placed a hundred bit coin on the counter.

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Cotton-Tail

"...So 50 on each cheek then ?" She asked as if it was a 10 bit coin, and each smooch costed 2 then it means each cheek hafta be 50 smooches!, Hopefully it didn't take long! "1, 2, 3, 4, 5-" She counted as she placed the smooches on them.

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Calaco Fleethoof

"No, just one on each."

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Bright Brave

"How much ?"

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Tality

Tality spotted the booth and the creatures behind it. She glanced away politely, then decided she'd give it a spin and walked up with a smile. "Okay. You're okay with tongue, right?"

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Tality

Tality grimaced, she'd clearly struck a nerve. "Look, I should have asked, instead of just speaking without thinking. I apologize. My brain was just on autopilot, and figured you must have been an alien, before I noticed you don't have an extra pair of yellow horns between the blue ones, those are j... View More

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Cotton-Tail

"And the Rest ?"

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Tality

Tality squints, then her face lights up with understanding, "oh! You want me to prove I'm not just making it up. All right then, I'm gonna have to clarify that the ... uhh ... let's say Berskaad, are a seven-gendered species, three biological sexes, but ... oh boy there are physical expressions for ... View MoreTality squints, then her face lights up with understanding, "oh! You want me to prove I'm not just making it up. All right then, I'm gonna have to clarify that the ... uhh ... let's say Berskaad, are a seven-gendered species, three biological sexes, but ... oh boy there are physical expressions for all seven, and they got pronouns for all of 'em, baby. When translating to a language like ours, then, I have to map my concept of their genders onto ours, and it's kind of a judgment call, which is why I screwed up, I was thinking about it too much, rather than thinking the obvious thing, that you're actually not ... you know ... unfortunately, you just don't have words for most of the concepts, but two of the signs are about the way you move your body, it has to do with underlying joint stuff, it's cultural, mostly, and, well, you only hit one of those, but it would make sense if you weren't among your own people for that to fade a lot, anyways the next indicator is that you don't have any visibly engorged pus sacs on your face, right below your eyes. Don't ask. It's like ... bait or something. I don't know why evolution would do that. I really don't. But I suspect it has something to do with those two being the least important genders, and thus the one that gets screwed the most in the genetic lottery. There is a very good reason why two sexes is so strongly preferred." "The last two indicators have to do with actual body shape. Hips, chest, lack of a ... chest eruption. And yes, one of the sexes really is ten times larger than the others. It's quite a cursed species, but I try not to judge, you know?" She's silent for a moment, feeling a bit anxious, actually, about having rambled for so long, "and I'm ... so glad you're not one of them. Really, nothing against them, but they creep me out so goddamn much." She cringes at the end, remembering what it was like to be around them. They were so culturally clueless, so easily oppressed and manipulated, like sheep. It was a mercy, given how bloody politics were that so many of them ended up docile and pliant, but ... gods they were depressing. She has a far off look in her eyes as she says, "they were ... one of the species I couldn't help."

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