Backwoods Equine Lovin'

There was an obese primate-type-creature, dressed in a plaid marebeater, workhorse jeans, a belt with a large rebel flag for a belt buckle, and a ripped-up hat, emblazoned with the 'words' "Git-R-Done". It had large amounts of facial hair, and was lying on her doorstep covering a large gash in its arm with its hand. Fluttershy was taken aback. She had never seen this type of animal before.

She asked, "Are you okay, little- uh, not-so-little guy?"

It replied in the heaviest of accents, "Naw, man! I got this real bad cut in mah arm! Can ya fix it? Ya sound like a nurse." He, of course, hadn't turned around and seen that she was not a human, but instead a large yellow talking candy pony.

"Well, I'll try. Do you think you can stand up and make it over to the couch?"

"Ah'll try." Ya might have to help me, though. I think ah twisted mah ankle, too.

He stood up, and was about to fall over, but Fluttershy quickly (so quickly, in fact, that her bathrobe and towel flew off) darted under him so he could ride her like a horse. The primate was too in shock to realize that he was riding a talking pony.

They went over to the couch, and Fluttershy laid him carefully down. Angel handed her a needle and thread, and some antiseptic and bandages, and got the gash closed up in a jiffy. She went over and grabbed an ice-pack from her freezer for his ankle.

"Thank... thank you...", he wheezed, obviously out of energy.

"Not a problem. I'll leave some hay and a glass of water out in case you get hungry, and you can sleep here tonight. Come find my bedroom if you have any problems, okay?"

"Yeah... th-ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*sccchhhhhh*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*sccchhhh*" He had fallen asleep in the middle of his sentence, immediately starting in with an obnoxiously loud snore. Aww, he's so tired,  Fluttershy thought. Better leave him to rest. She went on to her bedroom, put on some noise-blocking earmuffs, and went to sleep.