An Aprilly Time of Foalishness

“Holyfuck! In the name of hippoheads and gryphin’ gyros! These stair things are AMAZING!”

“Dude like chillax already, Silverstream, maybe you should just go and marry it or something.” Gallus replied, only to be rammed into by Yona and have his flank formed of two tiny holes full of blood.

“Goddamn... can you watch where the fuck you’re going? You tardgasm-obsessed bitch.”

“Yona listens to no one but herself!” The yak yowled.

“Maybe if you were smart enough to hang on that torch lamp above me, you would’ve been safe rather than crying like an insecure little infant.” Ocellus commented.

“This ain’t some fucking survival of the fittest. We're having a fucking banter!” Gallus cried. “How would you feel if you had some dumb whore rolling knives up your ass and bleeding?”

“That’s because Yona likes new friends!” Yona grabbed Ocellus, Gallus and Smolder altogether for a tight group hug. Only to have the drakina shrieking and crying for war as she dove her claws into the yak’s face, tearing it off (metaphorically) in the process.

Yona released them and bellowed in pain. She rolled across the floor, destroying ancient walls in the Castle of the Two Sisters.

“Yikes... that must’ve hurt.”

“Are you fucking kidding me Smolder?!” Silverstream cried out loud.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa that ain’t intentional or anything, it was only self defense—”

“You buggin’ us out right there!” Gallus nervously flapped his wings as he raised his voice. "What if she accidentally fucks up the entire castle and clap our cheeks?"

“Bro like, it was my natural dragon instinct—”

"You done fucked up now girl."

"I swear in the name of Dragon Empress Ember I didn't mean to do it!"

“SMOLDER!” Silverstream cried again.

“W-what...? I didn’t m-mean to hurt Yona. I-I-I-I-I’ll figure something out to heal her face—”

“You should’ve tore out her fucking left ear, dumbass!”

“Wait...” Smolder shook her head. “WHAT?”

“Didn’t you know? She had ear infection!”

“Yeah, Gallus and Silverstream are right.” Ocellus nodded as she flipped another page of Twilight’s historical textbooks. “Yona has a swimmer’s ear since her birth.”

“Why didn’t any of y’all tell me that earlier?”

“Because the whole bunch of you are special educated fools that killed my brain cells since we met two days ago.”

Silverstream cawed in joy. “That voice, it must be Sandbar! He brought us the drugs and cider for eighteen years and up!”

Smolder scratched her head. “Now that I think of it, is it okay to even consume those things at our age?”

Gallus shrugged. “I mean, we kinda dipped school and shit, who gives a fuck now?”

The Young Five stepped outside the castle, only to find a beat-up colt covered in cupcake cream and crumbs, wincing on the ground.

“Uh, you okay there?”

“Goddamn, I was trying to mack with Pink panther but she just smacked me back here.”

“You are, pretty useless, you know?” Ocellus pointed out.

“But who cares about him, we got cupcakes!” Silverstream leaped onto the cupcake creamed part of Sandbar, making him wince even more.

“FANETOOOOOO!”

“Word, you totally got finessed right there.” Gallus commented as he swiped a talon full of cream and licked it.

“Yona loves sweets, that’s how she got big and strong!”

“You mean, fat and unhealthy?”

“Bitch!” Yona turned around to meet Ocellus’ gaze. “You like pretending to be other races!”

The changeling shrugged. “The fact that you can’t even make a proper comeback in response to my true statement of you being obese shows how uneducated you and your people are. Ember was right whenever she called you people ‘nomads’.”

Sandbar lifted his head up. “Oof! Damn girl, she got you right there.”

“Get the fuck down so I can fetch the cupcake cream.” Silverstream said as she pinned Sandbar’s head into the dirt. Gallus nodded in agreement.

“Wait Yona.” Smolder tapped the yak’s back. “Is your face better now?”

“Yak says good looks!”

“Aight bet!”

The two proceeded to high five and renounce their friendship once more.

“She’s still badly scarred, but cool as fuck I guess.”

As they chatted and cheered, the Young Six were not aware of the incoming threat lurking in the bushes, that may cost them their lives forever...

“Oh hey!” Silverstream pointed. “Are those puckwudgies?”

Ocellus looked up from her book. “I thought none of you guys paid attention in class, but yeah those guys are pretty aggressive.”

Sooner than they thought, more puckwudgies rolled out of the bushes, and aimed their quills at the children.

“Oh fuck, that’s...”

“Faneto.”