Making Coconut Cream

Coconut Cream and Toola Roola had just left Twilight's castle and were fighting their way through the crowd of displeased ponies to get back to Ponyville, they'd had quite an interesting day and now were just looking forward to relaxing and hanging out with each other. As soon as they were back in a more wide open space they both breathed a sigh of relief, being a little filly in such a small town was more difficult than it looked, while they were walking along Coconut took note of Toola Roola's mane and tail which for some odd reason were completely mismatched and totally different colors, that was unusual among ponies. "Hey Toola, I never asked before but, how comes your tail and mane are different colors?"

Toola Roola looked at Coconut and went "What I never told you before? Oh, well it's not a gene...um... I dunno how to say it... a geneti... a gentinetickle thingy, I have it styled that way! Rarity does it for me". Wow, who knew? Coconut understood what Toola Roola was trying to say, Cheerilee had mentioned that in tomorrow's class they were going to be talking about gentinatentacles or genitaleteckles or whatever the word was, something about how ponies make babies or something and how it makes your eyes a certain color for some reason.

"Wow..." said Coconut "Maybe I should have mine styled too! My mane and tail are the same boring color all the time" she said with a little put.

Toola Roola,eager to boost her best friends self esteem said "No no! Your colors are so cool, they make you look real pretty"

Coconut just blushed with a little smile and said "You think so?"

Toola nodded her head rapidly "Of course! If I was a colt I'd probably wanna kiss you, because you're so pretty"

Coconut giggled and said "Thanks Toola, we still on for the sleepover tomorrow?"

Toola smiled and said "Of course! Oh and y'know... you're welcome" whilst trying to hide the fact that even as a filly she still wanted to kiss Coconut, she didn't know why she felt that way but she had been too embarrassed to ask her parents about it, but the fact of the matter was she really wished that she was a colt. Tomorrow she'd learn that not everything had to be colt and filly.