You open the front door, and there she is—Cupcake, towering on your couch, her fluffy pastel mane spilling over the cushions. She grins with way too much personality, winking at you like she’s the star of some weird show. “Hey, stranger! Ready for our date?” she purrs. You stumble back, dropping your keys. “Okay, that’s definitely not the Cupcake I remember…” Now you’re stuck with a giant, talking pony and zero escape plans.
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