The Mane Problem

Chapter 4

Mkuu was listening intently to Pinkie's stories. He hadn't expected any of them to be this good. He felt it was going to be a bit girly at first, but was surprised by all the action.
“And that's the end!” Pinkie concluded.
“What? You're already done?” Mkuu asked
“Mkuu, I just told you forty-nine stories!” The pink pony replied.
“Yeah, but you tell the best stories!” Mkuu said.
“You're so sweet.” Pinkie said, “But not food sweet. Oh, that reminds, me, my plan! I've got so little to do and so much time to do it! Wait, strike that, reverse it...”
And the pony rambled on, while hopping off.
“Did she call me... sweet?” Mkuu said, suddenly wondering about the pink pony.
Oh come on, he thought That's a pretty shallow thing to like someone over.
But still, she seemed to hook you in with those stories, did she want you to go home with her?
That's ridiculous.
But it couldn't hurt to see Equestria right?
Another shallow reason!
But think about how she is from what she told you? Adventurous, fun-loving, optimistic, it's not very shallow.
Suddenly, Timon came by.
“There you are, Mkuu!” The meerkat stated, “I get a few gray hairs picked, and I can't find the prince of the Pride Lands.”
Mkuu was snapped out of his thoughts as he realized something from what his friend had said.
“The Pride Lands!” He shouted.
“Err, yeah.” Timon said.
“I'm prince of the Pride Lands!”
“Mkuu, you've known that since you were born.”
“No, you don't understand. Pinkie will go back to Equestria soon.”
“Good, she'll be out of your mane.”
“No, I don't want her out of my mane!”
“Why is... Oh no.”
“What?”
“Wait. Ha! You're too young!”
“Thank you for telling me another reason I have to worry.”
“Too young too be in love! Too young to even be seeing her!”
“Well, I guess I’ll have to solve that problem.”
“Wait, what are you going to do?”
“Come on”
“Oh, boy. This is gonna cause some copyright issues...”

Simba had woken up the next day, somewhat confused why he didn't see Nala next to him. He also realized the cave floor was soft.

Oh, wait. Fluttershy's spare room. The lion thought. Fluttershy had been afraid Simba might get scared by creatures of the Everfree forest. Though Simba had assured her he was a big, strong lion, she pointed out he was also 'old'. Simba had argued that just because he was a grandfather didn't mean he was old. But in the end, Fluttershy had finally convinced him to be in the room to sleep. She noted that she might have to put Simba outside, though, in case need for a sleepover ever arose.
“Are you awake yet?” Fluttershy asked from downstairs.
“Yes, Fluttershy!” Simba called back.

Simba walked down the stairs. He started thinking about how he could put these around Pride Rock. It would make things a bit easier..
“Sorry, Simba I don't have any meat.” Fluttershy said, her Stare not exactly evident to be coming. Hopefully, she wouldn't need it
Simba saw that on his plate were only some larvae.
“You're kidding right?” He asked.
“I'm so sorry!” The pegasus cried.
“How could I not like larvae? There one of my favorite foods!” Simba said, eating them in a big gulp.
“Simba, who led your pride?” Fluttershy asked.
“Oh, well-” Simba stopped himself. If Fluttershy had treated him this way as a guest, she would see error in everything she did if she found out he was king. He didn't want her to go through all that.
“Er,-a lion named... Bandia!” Simba stated, not believing he had just named their leader 'fake'.
“Oh, What a nice name.” Fluttershy said. Simba let out a sigh of relief from being assured Fluttershy didn't know any Swahili.
“I hope you get full enough for work today.”
“Work?”

“Muffins? What am I going to do with muffins?” Damien shouted, realizing that Angel must have misunderstood when he was told to pack him a snack. The muffins were there, but no room for ammo.
“Did you say muffins?” Damien jumped back in surprise, as a grey, blonde maned pony with a bubble cutie mark came. Damien silently congratulated himself for knowing the facts.
“Hi! I'm Derpy Ditzy Doo Hooves!” The pony shouted.
“You have four names?”
“Most people just call me by my first and last, though some call me Ditzy Doo. What was it you were saying about muffins? Can I have one? I'll do anything!”
“Anything?”
Derpy nodded.
This is going to be good, thought Damien