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The petite batpony mare did this every morning, as regular as clockwork.

You really could set a timepiece by her morning routine. Every morning, without fail at 6am, she sung a sea shanty outside her café. Not just because it drew customers to her waterfront café in Manehattan's docks, like a moth to a streetlight, but mainly because she loved every last moment of it.

The fisherponies that had just come home on their trawlers would be hungry by now, as would the dock and warehouse workers that were either on break or changing shift. And they were in for a treat this morning. Cookie had learned a new song from Frazzle, that had apparently originated back on Earth. She grinned to herself- those humans sure knew how to put a shanty together.

Frazzle had told her that she was bringing a human friend over later today, and apparently he was a sailor back on Earth, with a passion for the old shanties. Cookie grinned to herself. Perhaps she would consider getting back into the relationship game again if he tickled her fancy.

The errant thought gave her pause for a moment. Since she was old enough to understand her body and her sexuality, she had always considered herself a lesbian. She had never liked pony stallions in that way before, but something about these human males really drew her attention in a way that even the prettiest mares just didn't. Cookie was no stranger to the bedroom, Heck, even last night she had a drunken fling with a cute pegasus mare she never even got the name of.

Briefly, Cookie looked to the ground with a frown. Was she living a lie? Was she betraying herself? Was she going nuts? After she came off shift, Cookie needed to sit down and do a lot of thinking. Perhaps she needed to reconsider her sexuality...

Raising her eyes back to gaze upon the waterfront plaza, and looking at the clock hanging outside her café, it read 5.56 am. It was almost time. A snappy grin came to her fanged mouth. Her café was really making a name for itself among the working class ponies that called this city home, and that was the way that she liked it. After all, Cookie did despise the upper classes with a passion.

Checking the clock again, she took a deep breath, and began to sing.

"Away down South where the cocks do crow..."

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Hello everyone!

So this kinda fell out of my mind as I did the base edit. Yes. It happens sometimes. And if you were curious, the song that Cookie is singing is "Roll the Woodpile Down," as performed by "The Dreadnoughts." I fucking love sea shanties!

As per usual I completed the edit with Ibis Paint X on my Android mobile phone with no stylus, and this edit had taken me 43 minutes to bring to completion.

The base I used can be found here: www.deviantart.com/lazuli0209/…

And the background can be found here: www.deviantart.com/dragonchase…

Thanks for checking out what I've been working on! I hope that you've enjoyed this little diversion, and as always- take care of yourselves, and I'll catch you next time! ^^

Description
The petite batpony mare did this every morning, as regular as clockwork.

You really could set a timepiece by her morning routine. Every morning, without fail at 6am, she sung a sea shanty outside her café. Not just because it drew customers to her waterfront café in Manehattan's docks, like a moth to a streetlight, but mainly because she loved every last moment of it.

The fisherponies that had just come home on their trawlers would be hungry by now, as would the dock and warehouse workers that were either on break or changing shift. And they were in for a treat this morning. Cookie had learned a new song from Frazzle, that had apparently originated back on Earth. She grinned to herself- those humans sure knew how to put a shanty together.

Frazzle had told her that she was bringing a human friend over later today, and apparently he was a sailor back on Earth, with a passion for the old shanties. Cookie grinned to herself. Perhaps she would consider getting back into the relationship game again if he tickled her fancy.

The errant thought gave her pause for a moment. Since she was old enough to understand her body and her sexuality, she had always considered herself a lesbian. She had never liked pony stallions in that way before, but something about these human males really drew her attention in a way that even the prettiest mares just didn't. Cookie was no stranger to the bedroom, Heck, even last night she had a drunken fling with a cute pegasus mare she never even got the name of.

Briefly, Cookie looked to the ground with a frown. Was she living a lie? Was she betraying herself? Was she going nuts? After she came off shift, Cookie needed to sit down and do a lot of thinking. Perhaps she needed to reconsider her sexuality...

Raising her eyes back to gaze upon the waterfront plaza, and looking at the clock hanging outside her café, it read 5.56 am. It was almost time. A snappy grin came to her fanged mouth. Her café was really making a name for itself among the working class ponies that called this city home, and that was the way that she liked it. After all, Cookie did despise the upper classes with a passion.

Checking the clock again, she took a deep breath, and began to sing.

"Away down South where the cocks do crow..."

----------xxxXxxx----------

Hello everyone!

So this kinda fell out of my mind as I did the base edit. Yes. It happens sometimes. And if you were curious, the song that Cookie is singing is "Roll the Woodpile Down," as performed by "The Dreadnoughts." I fucking love sea shanties!

As per usual I completed the edit with Ibis Paint X on my Android mobile phone with no stylus, and this edit had taken me 43 minutes to bring to completion.

The base I used can be found here: www.deviantart.com/lazuli0209/…

And the background can be found here: www.deviantart.com/dragonchase…

Thanks for checking out what I've been working on! I hope that you've enjoyed this little diversion, and as always- take care of yourselves, and I'll catch you next time! ^^