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Slurpee Hooves

Slurpee Hooves

Male. Lives in Right behind you,  Equestria. Born on August 21, 1997
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Slurpee strutted into Ponyville town square, Bit Store plastic spurs rattling. "It's high noon" he said, apparently either unaware of the very obvious fact that it was 8:31PM or simply not caring. #r... View More
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Sling Tyler
*Sling would blink at the lone stallion walking in.* What's with the odd hat there fella?
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Sling Tyler
*While waiting for an answer, the unicorn would pull out an harmonica and play a soft tune. Almost sounded like a cover of Life is a Highway, by Tom Cochrane.* Looks like I need to come up with better material.
Like November 11, 2025
Slurpee Hooves
"Say, that's some mighty fine playing," said Slurpee. "Here I was all set for a high noon duel, but what say we cease fire and hit up the local saloon?"
Like November 12, 2025
Sling Tyler
Wait a bloody moment? Ya going to High Noon moi? What did aye do to ya? *After a bit. He shrugged.* Shure, aye know a good place.
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Dusty Trails
A sudden gust of wind sends a lone tumbleweed across town square. Accompanied by a single guitar chord. The sound of a boot hitting stone, and the jingle of a metal spur signals the arrival of someone to the square. At the edge of town square, a lone figure stands backlit by the street lanterns. T... View More
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Slurpee Hooves
"Friend", said Slurpee to the new arrival, "I don't rightly know what you're talking about, but you seem to be speakin' my language."
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Bright Brave
"You've yeed your last haw."
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Shank Sweetiron
"I can tell it's high noon for you, buddy. Solid plastic, 2.5-inch diameter spurs—goddamn. What are you riding into battle today, a steer?" Shank quips as she saunters past, her eyes glinting with amusement. She's decked out in full western regalia: bit, saddle, pad, bridle, and gleaming high-qualit... View More
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Bright Brave
👀 Even Bright had to stare some.
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