Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Pipsqueak stood completely still and wearing a small smile, as Sweetie Belle quickly unbuttoned the poofy dress and dropped it onto Pipsqueak.

"C'mon, Pip, put your hoofies in the sleeves!" Sweetie Belle said, giggling with glee as she adjusted the sash around his body, while Pipsqueak complied with a nod and an even bigger smile, his embarrassment barely peeking out of his mind at the moment, as he enjoyed the sensation of being dressed by Sweetie Belle.

"And there we go! Dressed!" Sweetie Belle squeaked, as she buttoned the last button on the dress' chest with a barely-audible snapping sound "Now let's get some make-up on your face, and then we'll be ready to play, and ,play!"

Pipsqueak meeped and blushed, looking away briefly, as Sweetie Belle quickly snapped the blusher's plastic conch-shaped container, and, along with it, the small black brush for spread it around. Sweetie Belle passed said brush in the dust a couple of times, before applying it on Pipsqueak's face.

He scrunched his face and his heart raced. The powder felt funny inside his nostrils, and the sensation on his coat was quite odd for him, but, most of it, he felt very feminine, which was only another reason to blush in true embarrassment at Sweetie Belle's actions. After another brush strike, Sweetie Belle took the small purple lipstick.

"Pucker those lips up!" Sweetie Belle said, and Pipsqueak, blushing even harder and feeling even more awkward and yet... good. Sweetie Belle applied it quite sloppily, before pulling it back down and throwing the lipstick aside.

"Now we can go play!" Sweetie Belle declared, as she turned around towards the plastic tea set resting on a pink low table.

"I feel soooo weird... but she's happy with this. Maybe I should try to tell her how do I feel with a poem?" Pipsqueak thought, as he followed Sweetie Belle at the table, where she sat at with a hop on one of the stools nearby, to which Pipsqueak followed suit.

Sweeti belle smiled widely, as she passed one of the cups to Pipsqueak, at which point he sighed and, smiling, he said.

"Can I sing a poem for you?" Pipsqueak asked, as he swung the empty cup in his front hooves. Pipsqueak sighed, took a deep breath, then he started:

"Yes, do it!" Sweetie Belle said, still excited. WIth an even stronger blush, Pipsqueak sighed, took a deep breath, then he started:

"O' Nadda, Nadda, Nadda.

Where roses are blooming on her cheek.

And if they refuse to give you to me, I will tear down the high mountains.

O' Nadda, Nadda, Nadda.

Where roses are blooming on her cheek.

And if they refuse to give you to me, I will tear down the high mountains.

Yesterday with the sweet one I met.

This way and I do not know what I felt.

Yesterday with the sweet one I met.

This way and I do not know what I felt.

And when she invited me to her house

I can not calm my heart.

O' Nadda, Nadda, Nadda.

Where roses are blooming on her cheek.

And if they refuse to give you to me, I will tear down the high mountains.

Woe unto me, woe unto me,

Woe unto me, O' my distress, O' my distress.

Yay, Yay, Yah Haaaay.

O' bird that you guide me.

I make picnics with the sun.

O' bird that you guide me.

I make picnics with the sun.

Say sincere hello to the sweet.

If you were walking close to her.

O' Nadda, Nadda, Nadda.

Where roses are blooming on her cheek.

And if they refuse to give you to me, I will tear down the high mountains.

I will tear down the high mountains.

I will tear down the high mountains.

I will tear down the high mountains."

As soon as Pipsqueak finished, he felt a weight lifting off his chest, which made him sigh of relief for then look up at Sweetie Belle.

She was standing there, mouth agape, looking at him utterly surprised by his performance.