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"The Prettiest Peophin" by blackghoulmon
I slowly woke up from my nap, feeling quite content and comfortable. But as I looked around, still half-asleep, I realized something.
“Wait, this isn’t my bed!” I thought.
Now fully awake, I looked around some more, trying to remember where I was. And then I remembered: I had fallen asleep on my owner’s lap!
I felt myself start to blush as I looked up into the kindly gaze of my owner, the adult man we all called BG.
“BG, you didn’t have to sit here and let me sleep,” I said apologetically. “If you had things to do, you could have woken me up and told me to move.”
“I don’t have anything pressing to do right now, Urasina,” he replied. “Ming’s got things under control. I can spare the time to let you nap.”
I blushed more as I stretched, yawned, and rolled onto my back, staring up at him adoringly. As he began to rub my belly, I thought about how he was the best thing that had happened to me in all my nine years of life.
We both heard the front door of the Neohome swing open, then shut again. Then one of my adopted sisters, Nayrem the Christmas Peophin, came gliding into the room, looking excited. She had a piece of paper in one front hoof.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” she asked.
“No worries, Nayrem,” I responded. “I’m just cuddling with BG.”
She handed the paper to our owner.
“I was just getting ready to come home from work and one of the other librarians handed this to me,” she said, sounding eager.
“A beauty contest for the Peophins of Sahkmet, eh?” BG replied. Nayrem nodded eagerly.
“I’m glad it’s not for Unis AND Peophins,” I chimed in. “I can’t hold a candle to you, Nayrem.”
She blushed a little. I’m a Speckled Uni mare, but my patterns are unusual and I have dragon wings, not feathered wings. So I’m hardly the epitome of beauty.
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