FoxeyHound

"I know I've said this multiple times already, but I can't leave tonight without letting you know one more time how absolutely thankful I am for this dress you made me!" "Oh darling," Rarity retorted. "You're most certainly welcome, but it really is no--UMF!" The rest of Rarity's comment was interrupted by a tight embrace from her lavender unicorn friend Twilight Sparkle. Though she was caught off guard, the sentiment was soon returned as she wrapped her hooves around her friend as well. "Oooh, group hug! Count me in!" The high-pitched, enthusiastic voice was soon followed by more pressure on Rarity's back; her spontaneous and hyperactive

Fluttershy was stunned and surprised as she took off into the air following her friend Rainbow Dash. Nevertheless, she was overflowing with a mixture of pure joy and aggressive nervousness. Oh my goodness! the yellow mare thought to herself. This is so unexpected! I mean, I didn't have anything planned for today other than the usual tending to my animals, but this is...this is SO much better! Oh, do I look alright? Does my breath stink? Oh dear, I must look awful! Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, maybe I should have stayed— "Hey, Fluttershy! Try to keep up!" The aforementioned pony lifted up her head to see her friend was a good di

The little filly sighed in relief as she drained herself of all the liquid waste that had built up inside her while she was asleep. Her eyes drifted down and behind her a little bit to see steam rising from where it was landing. Despite the bright sun shining down, it was still uncomfortably cold, and the thought of how warm it must have been enticed her. She was extremely tempted to lather some of it on herself. With a quick shake of her head, she immediately regained her senses, nearly vomiting at the thought she just had. When she was done, she got up and levitated her quilt out of her pack. She had just stowed it away only five minutes o

It was sweltering, the air suffocatingly damp and muggy. Ipso facto, virtually everypony in the small village of Ponyville was inside their houses trying to avoid the awful heat outside. Though there was one Pegasus pony, named Rainbow Dash, who flew above the town at a slow and steady pace, a major change from what she was used to doing, which was soaring through the sky at high-speed. It was simply too hot and humid for that, though; the pony had left her cloud house only five minutes prior and she could already feel a film of sweat on her body. Rainbow Dash would have just stayed in her cloud home, but she was feeling the need to socialize

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. Everypony who knew them regularly described them as "fire and ice", along with similar figures of speech, for the two radically juxtaposed each other, nearly being polar opposites. The former was gregarious, bold, and, at times, a little presumptuous. Her impatience made her prone to become irritable easily. As an adrenaline junkie, she always wanted things to keep moving along as quickly as possible without any interruptions. She was not afraid to voice her opinions, no matter how rude they may be. Overall, she perfectly exemplified an extrovert. The latter was withdrawn and timid. Her patience and gentle kind

A living pound cake entered the waiting room to tell a certain magical dog some information about his best friend. Said dog stopped his nervous pacing immediately when he saw the nurse come out. He didn't say a word, but his expression asked what he was thinking. "He is alright," Nurse Poundcake informed, "Broken legs are nothing serious or life-threatening. However, we are not certain how long he'll be out for or when he'll make a full recovery." It was bittersweet news for Jake. He was grateful that his best pal wasn't going to die from this incident, yet was shattered to hear that he was going to be in a comatose state for an indefinite

HA-CHEEEW! The little pony woke up with a fright when she sneezed and hit her nose against the rock wall, becoming delirious for a brief moment. Cautiously, she brought her hoof up to massage it, which caused her to whimper in pain. It took her a while to notice the carmine blood on her hoof from hitting her nose against the hard, rocky surface. She had just been awakened from a nightmare beginning to form. Thankfully she woke up before anything horrible started to happen. Prolonging a tired and sad exhaling breath, she slumped back against the smooth rock wall. Her life as a vagabond had only started the night prior, yet she already felt d

BANG! Jake looked up from where he had crashed only moments earlier. The crying scream that Finn shouted was stopped and replaced by the loud noise he had just heard. There stood the deer—the animal responsible for the current predicament they were in. Beyond him, lying unconscious underneath a lamp post, was his 13 year old human adoptive brother and best friend ever. He let out a shocked gasp, mouth agape, eyes wide with fear and fury. With an angry scream, he stretched and grew his paw to the size of a house. "You're dead!" he shouted. The deer turned and sprinted, barely escaping Jake's giant fist that was to smash on him. The can

A ray of morning sunlight sliced through the bedroom window and landed right on Scootaloo's sleeping eyelids, causing her to stir and awake from her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened as she took in a quiet yawn. She could make out a figure in front of her, but because of her blurry vision, it was unrecognizable. It didn't take too long to realize what was it was, though; lying just inches from her face was Applebloom's. Scootaloo froze in fear. Her crush was still sleeping soundly. Her hot, warm breath was blowing on her own muzzle and mouth every few seconds. It intoxicated her and made her lightheaded; it felt wonderful. Applebloom had a tin