My Little Pets: Friendship is Hard
Gummy
“RISE AND SHINE GUMMY!” A loud, disturbing voice hollered.
Pinkie, Gummy thought. He gently opened his lavender eyes to see a smiling bubblegum pink pony staring at him with great intensity. He would have recoiled, but he couldn’t. He really couldn’t.
Gummy had a great disability. His brain worked wonders, functioning so fast, that even the so-called ‘Twilight Sparkle’ couldn’t even beat his intelligence. However, his body didn’t have the speed of his mind. His statue-like alligator body seemed as if it wasn’t doing as his head told it to. It would walk slower than Tank the Tortoise (yes, he was obviously a tortoise based off his shell, ponies are so idiotic as to miss that factor) and more emotionless than Madame LeFlour (A sack of flour Pinkie Pie had befriended).
Gummy recalled his pony finding him. It was one day; the party pony was walking through the Everfree Forest, quite a few years ago. She had found a just-hatched alligator curled up in a ball. This was no swamp looking alligator no, it had purple eyes that stared off into opposite directions (compared to the yellow-eyed alligators), its coat shined in the barely visible sun. It was a bright green, most unnaturally bright to the swampy mucus green that covered the other alligators.
Pinkie had picked up the now waking hatchling and watched as it started to suck on her hoof. She smiled slightly as it yawned a tad, coming out as a mere squeak. She looked around, trying to find the infants home, gently whispering, “Hello? Anyalligator home?” This baby alligator had been abandoned based on the absence of a protective mother and any siblings. It-and its egg remains- were far away from the swamp that lay a few yards away.
Pinkie again realized that the little creature was sucking on her neon hoof. She would have been screaming, she was about too, but stopped and realized that she felt no pain. She gently removed her hoof as she examined the still open jaw. “I think I’ll call you Gummy,” she said gingerly, looking in on the rosy mushiness of the toothless mouth.
Pinkie had raised Gummy as if he was her own foal. Every morning, she woke him up when breakfast was ready. She would brush his gums and floss them. Then, she would put him on her head and bounce downstairs to the cooling meal set before him. She always fed him first before herself, making sure he had his fill. She would gently spoon the mushy food into his mouth, blowing on it to make sure it wasn’t hot (though it never really was). It would take them at least 20 minutes to finish his meal. She would then bound over to her ice cold plate and start chatting while eating. Gummy believes that this is a way to let her feelings out. She didn’t do this at any other meal time; the Cake’s would always be there. Gummy was perfect for telling secrets to because he would never tell another soul. Gummy knew it was good for her and never got bored of her endless stories. She loved him dearly, and- don’t get him wrong- he loved her just the same.
“You ready to brushie brushie?” She asked in a gushy voice.
Gummy sighed- well, inwardly. Couldn’t she just wait five more minutes? Gummy thought of a possible solution for requesting this, but stayed quiet, as he knew that all Pinkie Pie wanted to do was help him. He only trusted her. Everypony else was just too unreliable. He would take one look at them and figure out all their faults. They were all horrible. Pinkie was extremely easy to read. With her joyful personality, it wasn’t hard to figure out that she was keeping something locked up in there. Everypony just seemed to ignore this (or just be too dumb to figure it out).
Pinkie put the alligator on her soft, bouncy hair and stuck out her hooves. “Ca-caw!” She whisper-shouted, knowing not to wake up the Cakes. “I’m a bird!” She rushed over to the bathroom and sat him on the porcelain seat. “Need to go? Don’t worry, silly, I won’t look!” She covered her eyes with her hooves as Gummy let out the vile liquid. “Ready for your morning check-up?” She asked, pulling out Gummy’s bristled toothbrush.
She began the ‘should-be-easy’ process of cleaning his gums. She didn’t even have to, considering they were just pink soft things that were always clean, but she did so anyway. She cleaned extremely thoroughly, Gummy just mentally sighed. She then began to ‘floss’ each individual little bump of where his teeth would be.
“Gummy, guess what?!” his pony giggled, doing the bird motions down the stairs. “We’re having another animal play date!” she smiled too cheerfully.
Just great. I have to see those things again. Gummy thought. He never seemed to enjoy it, though Pinkie thought he did. Sure, most of them were okay, but he preferred just Pinkie Pie. The only pets that were even close to acquaintances were Winona and Owlowiscious. Winona was a very loyal and trusting chocolate dog… maybe a little too loyal. She was always by her pony’s side- the country apple one. When she wasn’t however, she was sticking with whoever was in charge. Kiss-up. Owlowiscious was a natural born leader. He could take control over any situation. That coffee owl was definitely smart too. Naturally, Winona would stay by his side.
Then came the rest. Opal. That prissy narcissist cat. She thought she was better than everypony… even her pony. Gummy may have thought that of himself, but not to such extremities. She would walk all over the marshmallow-like owner and not have a care in the world. Why the unicorn loved her so much, Gummy was not aware of.
Then there’s Tank. Tank was an extremely clumsy tortoise and his pony was the Rainbow-haired one. Gummy supposed opposites attract, for the Rainbow one had great agility and stealth (though extremely brash). The tortoise always seemed to have a sheepish grin on his aquamarine face, for he was always causing trouble. He had a flying machine attached to his shell which was half the problem (donated by a large red stallion who was also of country origin). If the propeller is at that angle… no matter. It was still a kind gesture, considering he was a tortoise (naturally slow).
Finally… Angel. Every animal hated that little devil locked up inside that fluffy white exterior. He was a spoiled little brat with serious issues. He was always causing trouble and took advantage of the quiet one whenever he got the chance- which was always! He would ask for something from the pony, then, if it wasn’t exactly how he wanted, he’d throw a fussy fit! By Celestia, that was one rude rabbit.
Pinkie set out some oatmeal in front of the little reptile. “Here you go Gummy, some nice oatmeal to start off your day!” She scooped up a spoonful and did her trademark blow. “Here comes the train!” She made whistling noises as she gently placed the utensil in his maw. Gummy’s squishy pink gums mushed around Pinkie’s hoof as he sucked on the metallic spoon. “Not too fast! You might get a tummy ache!” She giggled. This went on for about 15 more minutes.
Really, Pinkie Pie, you don’t have to do this. It’s a lot of trouble and… It was no good. Gummy tried to form words with his lips, but it made him look like he was having a seizure. “Woah! Gummy! Let me go get the Cakes!” She hollered, almost bolting to the stairs. Almost.
Pinkie stared in shock at the little neon green claw that now rested on her soft hoof. Her sky blue eyes glazed over as a wavering smile grew. “Gummy! I’m so proud of you!” Gummy retracted the claw and tried to smile. It seemed as if his face was stretched and inside was a big glob of mushy bubblegum, but the message got across. Pinkie beamed, “Gummy, you smiled!” She embraced the alligator warmly.
My Little Pets: Friendship is Hard
Winona
A soft, damp organic object brushed against Applejack’s freckled tangerine face as she groggily opened up her emerald eyes. A chocolate sheep dog looked up at the country pony with loving jet black eyes. Applejack smiled. “Mornin’ Winona,” she said as she patted the hound on the head with her hoof.
The sun is up! We all gotta go herd in the sheep and y’all gotta go buck some apples! Winona tried to say. It just came out as a bark. “Arf!” Winona grinned.
“Yeah, yeah, Ah am gettin’ up!” The country pony struggled out of bed as all her joints creaked. Winona ran to the oaken desk that was pushed up against the wall. She eyed the rickety old chair that stood there and Winona jumped onto it, retrieving a beige Stetson from the ancient table. “Mah hat!” Applejack chuckled. She ruffled Winona’s fur affectionately, taking the Stetson from the dog’s mouth.
Winona ran out of the room and down the nearby stairs. Her padded feet made sure that old Granny Smith next door wouldn’t hear a sound. The dog ran into the kitchen and sat near the doorway, waiting for her partner to greet her.
“It’s breakfast time, Winona! Why don’t ya go wake up Apple Bloom and Big Macintosh, huh?” Applejack smiled, walking over to the stove.
Winona barked in return, the sound not really meaning anything, and ran back up the stairs. She paced to the sky blue door that was rusting on its hinges. Winona leapt up and pushed on the flat, brass handle of the door, her forelegs landing with a thud.
The large red stallion with marigold hair was slumbering, quilt tossed aside in the warmth of the summer. Winona smiled inwardly. She stalked up to the pony, snickering as she leapt up in a blur of brown and white. She landed on the stallion’s stomach as he cried out with an ‘Oof!’
“Gosh, Winona! Ya sure are gettin’ heavier!” he chuckled in that deep voice. In return, she licked his face affectionately. Winona liked her partner’s brother. He didn’t talk to many ponies outside of the Apple family though, but he was smart. He loved fancy mathematics and dreaming big. Winona admired that.
Winona rushed out of the now open doorway, going to the room at the end of the hall. This door was a nice spring green, freshly painted last week. This door was often left not completely closed, due to the fact that the inhabitant didn’t like having to open the door with the tall handle due to her height. Better for Winona.
Winona eased her way through the door, trying not to make a sound. She slowly padded to the filly on the soft matted floor. She jumped on the springy bed and gave a caring lick.
The little filly gently opened her amber eyes. “Winona?” she wondered, “Breakfast time already?” She complained. Those stubby little buttery legs jumped out of bed. She stretched and yawned, taking off her sapphire bonnet to reveal a mess of crimson hair. She reached for her aquamarine hairbrush that had streaks of her rosy hair in it. She lazily brushed her hair.
“Winona, what’re we havin’ for breakfast?” she asked, tying in her signature gigantic cotton floss coloured bow.
Winona just barked, “Ruff!”
Her eldest brother walked in and stood the doorway. “Ya ready to go sis? Ah think AJ’s done,” He said, sniffing the air, the sweet aroma of freshly made apple juice filling his lungs.
“Yeah, Ah’m comin’!”
Winona followed the two ponies at their heels until they reached the kitchen. Sunshine filled the room through the open windows. AJ just set down Winona’s bowl of water and dog food down, right next to her seat at the head of the extensive rectangular table. Winona lay, her belly down as she listened to the Apples thanking Celestia for the meal set out before them. Winona silently followed along.
“Alright y’all, dig in!” Applejack smiled.
At the cue, Big Macintosh smacked his head down and began eating the mouth-watering eggs.
“Big Mac!” Applejack scolded, her elder brother slowly looking up with a guilty expression, “there is a thing called a fork?”
Winona chuckled. She didn’t need pointless utensils. She quickly lapped up some water as she ate the unbearable food. Winona knew that her companion got the food from the finest- Fluttershy, the one who was so good with animals. However, this disgusting stuff just went down into her stomach like a heavy rock. Winona also knew that it was supposedly healthy for her. Winona sighed as she took another clump of the pellets in her mouth.
“Well how come Winona don’t hafta use a fork?” Apple Bloom asked incredulously
“Cuz she’s a dog,” Applejack dismissed
Winona head slumped down. No matter how hard she tried, she could never be a pony. She would always just be… a mutt. Nothing more. Just a pet.
Applejack put down her fork and knife. “Winona!” she called. Winona glumly trotted over to her pony’s side. “Apple Bloom, ya gotta wash dishes. Winona and Ah needa herd the sheep and Big Mac needs ta buck apples. Come on, Winona,” she whistled, not even looking back at the sad little dog.
***
“Well, Winona, you worked really hard,” Applejack chuckled, hopping into the farmhouse. Winona’s mood had perked up considerably and she had forgotten about the incident during breakfast. "You deserve a little treat,” she held up a special mix of dog food that the Apples had always used for their sheep dogs. It took hours to make, so it was quiet special and was only won through hard work.
Winona now dug into her doggy bowl and ate with relish. Applejack patted her head when she heard the sound of a spring-like bouncing. Winona’s ears perked up, she recognized the sound. A few seconds later, an energetic bubblegum pony was by the door, an alligator clipped onto her fluffy hair.
“One invite for Applejack!” she said with the letter in between her snow like teeth.
“Pinkie, if this is ‘bout the play date, ya don’t needa remind me, Ah already-“
“Just a reminder!” she giggled in her squeaky voice, now free of the letter. She zoomed out in a blur, the wind so strong that
AJ’s hair was swept across her face. The blonde was blinding her.
“Ah can never get that pony,” Applejack muttered. “Ya have a pet play date today Winona!”
Winona smiled. She would finally get to see all her friends outside of the Apples. Owlowiscious, Tank, Gummy, Opal, and… Angel. That little varmint was always causing trouble to both pony and pet. That little hare had way too many mischievous thoughts than a normal bunny. Winona didn’t understand how all that could fit in such a small creature.
“Well, ya gotta hour to relax before then, Ah gotta buck some apples,” AJ said, leaving.
Winona stretched and yawned yet again, slowly closing those deep black eyes as she fell asleep.
My Little Pets: Friendship is Hard
Opal
Opal felt a soft rumbling under her belly. She sighed as she turned onto her side, not even opening an eye. “Oh! Princess Celestia, of course I’d help make outfits for your castle crew,” a richly accented voice muttered. Opal again felt a thump under her.
She toppled off the bed, howling her cat howls as she awoke, every hair on her body stood on end. The pearly white feline glanced up at the tall bed lined with a lilac comforter. That idiotic pony! The cat screamed on the inside. She leapt up, missing by a few centimetres. Her pedicured claws burst out of the tiny paws as she latched onto the lilac comforter. She dragged her claws through the sheets, leaving six large gashes in the once fluffy blankets. When Opal’s small, plump body landed, the covers fell on top of her, causing her to howl in that cat-like way.
The howls weren’t what woke Rarity up, however, but the sudden change in temperature around her. “Huh?” she groggily said, lifting up her blossom patterned sleeping mask. She rotated her head 180 degrees, looking down at the pile of blankets on the floor next to her bed. Something began to shift underneath, causing the once tired Rarity to a fully awaken one, screaming at the unknown monster. Opal poked her little white head out of the mound of softness, meowing at her idiotic pony. “Opal!” Rarity scolded, lifting up the fat cat, “You scared me!”
Opal hissed; her claws missing the marshmallow pony’s face by a few centimetres as the pony held her even further. “Ugh, Opalescence, I was having the greatest dream ever! You are quite the rude kitty!” She cooed.
Opal rolled her lime eyes. This pony was truly idiotic. Couldn’t she tell that Opal was mad at her? Annoyed at her? Stop being stupid, Stupid Pony. Opal thought, a slight hiss emitting from her mouth.
“Are you hungry Opal?” she asked gushingly. “I got to get ready first! Be patient!” she giggled, trotting into the bathroom.
What do you expect me to do? Wait around for breakfast for what might be two hours?! Seriously Stupid Pony. Opal strutted into the marble-floored bathroom after “Stupid Pony”. Stupid Pony came out of a white door with a golden handle, a flushing sound of water following her.
“Opal! Going to help me get ready?” she asked, treating Opal like a little baby. The Persian cat just sat down and licked her paw. Just shut up Stupid Pony.
Rarity giggled as she leaned over her sink, washing her hooves with her rose-scented hoof-soap. The room filled with the scent of flowers that Opal despised. Rarity splashed some warm water on her face. Opal smiled silently, imagining the marshmallow-like face of Stupid Pony melting. Rarity grabbed her magenta face towel as she rubbed her face hard, making sure to dry it off completely. The ‘kitty-cat’ thought of Stupid Pony’s features rubbing off and smiled again, this time letting out a contented, 'meow'.
Rarity lit up her horn which was now trapped in a sky blue aura. She levitated her rosy mane brush she had bought in Canterlot and began gently brushing her dark purple hair. It straightened out, causing Stupid Pony to look like an entirely different stupid pony.
Rarity levitated a few self-heating curls and gently curled up her long hair. The pink tools made her look like she was wearing a powdered wig. This made Opal snicker. The white unicorn let her makeup kit float towards her as its lid opened to reveal at least 70 different compartments. One opened itself and hidden inside were about 20 different cerulean eye shadow containers. Rarity pulled out the already opened one with her magic and picked the most worn out brush from the top compartment.
Stupid Pony gently dusted some of the blue onto the large brush and closed one azure eye. She brushed her closed eye lid with the powder extremely thoroughly, leaving way too much make up for one eye- well, in the cat’s opinion. She repeated this step with the other eye.
The mare put the makeup and tool back into its designated spot. She pulled out something else from a drawer in the top row. Inside was what seemed like a bunch of really thick black hair. Stupid pony chose two and held them in the air. She then pulled out a bottle of white thick liquid from another drawer. She gently lined the fake eyelashes with the adhesive. Watching herself carefully in the mirror, Rarity gently put on the eyelashes on each lash-less eye. She blinked a couple of times.
Content with her work, she pulled out the hot pink curls. Her hair was now its usual self, bouncy and curly. Rarity smiled at her finished work. Overall, this whole thing had taken only 45 minutes! A record!
Semi-transparent sky blue magic surrounded the protesting Opal. “Time for your makeover Opalescence!” Rarity giggled.
By Catlestia, you better not lay a single- Rarity dropped the cat on her table with a loud thud. She used her magic to pull up some loose hair at the top, this keeping the feline put. She gently brushed it with her ‘pet-comb’ that was really just an itchy hair brush that Opal hated with gusto. Rarity pulled out a drawer with her hoof that was under the sink. She brought out a thick lavender ribbon with her magical aura. She quickly tied a bow around the now brushed hair. She took some mane spray and sprayed a large cloud of the chemical-filled stuff around Opal’s whole face, causing her to gag. There was now a white stalk of hair jutting out from Opal’s head.
Satisfied with that, she moved on to those lime green, annoyed, eyes. From her makeup kit, she got out some lavender eye shadow that matched the bow. Rarity took a smaller brush and covered Opal’s now closed eyes with the sick stuff (Rarity had to use her abusive magic to keep those eyes shut). Stupid pony took some thinner fake eyelashes and glued it the bottom of the cat’s eye.
“You’re looking fabulous Opal!” Rarity beamed. I hate you Stupid Pony. Opal hissed. Rarity wrapped a grape coloured collar around the Persian cat’s fat neck. “Finis!” Rarity smiled and set Opal down. “Now it’s time for breakfast!”
Opal groaned as she imagined stupid pony taking an hour to make it ‘perfect’.
***
Opal wacked around Nibbles, the mouse chew toy. The lilac rag toy squeaked with every attack. Opal pricked her milky white ear as she heard the sound of a bouncing ball. Oh no… Opal thought, her heart beat faster than ever before. She was coming.
“Hiya, Rarity!” Pinkie Pie screamed, suddenly in the boutique, though Opal didn’t see her go through the door. Gummy, that little green thing was in her bubbly hair.
Rarity shook her head. “Darling, I never really understand how you do these amazing feats!”
“Whuh?” Pinkie asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Anyhow, I got an invitation for you and Opal!” she said in her cheerful, squeaky voice that reminded Opal too much like the sound Nibbles made.
“Oh, darling, I forgot all about that!” Rarity said in her extremely thick accent. She magically grabbed the letter that was clenched in Pinkie’s teeth.
“This afternoon! We’re meeting at Twilight’s house!” she said. In a haze of pink, she disappeared.
“That pony…” Rarity muttered. Stupid Pony quickly turned around, flipping her violet mane, “Opalescence! We’re going to have a little play date and lunch with all our friends,” Rarity said matter-of-factly.
Ugh, not another one! Opal moaned, her cat howl lasted for at least a minute. Those filthy animals were all so idiotic. Egghead Owl, Mushy Alligator, and Fussy Bunny were all just horrible! Mushy Alligator looked so dumb. He never did anything! Fussy Bunny thought the whole world revolved around him. That’s preposterous. The whole world revolved around Opal! That Owl thought it was the leader. Opal laughed at this; she was leader, the way all feared her!
Well… All except Tubby Turtle. The First time the feline met the aquamarine tortoise, she tried to attack him and show him who was in control for he tried to rebel and steal Nibbles. Tubby Turtle was smart- just as Opal- and he slowly grabbed Nibbles while Opal didn’t suspect him. He hid behind that fortress of solitude which left Opal in an angry fuss.
After all those events however, Opal looked back and noticed how strong and fearless the tortoise really was. He was tactical too, knowing what to do in the situation. Now, whenever they had the ‘play dates’, Opal would feel a warm sensation in her chest as her nose would turn slightly pinker.
Oh, let’s not forget Country Dog! Country Dog had and has been Opal’s only friend. That hound had her faults, yes, but overall, she was the only sane creature in the world other than Opal. Country Dog always knew what she was doing, well most of the time. She liked ponies too much. Sometimes, Opal would think that Country Dog might even want to be one. But, that’s silly; that dog could never be a pony.
The floor started to rumble. Earthquake? No, much, much worse. Three small fillies rushed into the room, circling the poor kitty.
“Cutie Mark for being pet stylists!” Young Stupid Pony shouted in her high, squeaky voice. This pony was even more annoying than Stupid Pony. She was such a follower. She tried to curl her pink and lavender mane too, but ended up with less than perfect ones that got tangled and disgusting.
“This is the best idea yet! Ah am sure we’ll get them marks this time! “Country Filly shouted. This one was annoying too. She was always trying to be the leader. How are you supposed to be a role model if you dress like a kitten in that fat hot pink bow?
“I brought the hair dryer and paint!” Flutter Orange smiled in her scratchy voice. Now she was the real follower. She followed Rainbow Fast everywhere and even tried to dress up as her. That little thing could never be like Rainbow Fast, not with those wings!
“Ah got all the stuff for clothes and Ah alsa brought them bows!” Country Filly squealed excitedly.
“Rarity is gonna let me use some of her makeup for Opal!” Young Stupid Pony jumped in glee, her stub of a horn sparking spring green.
“Now Sweetie Belle,” Stupid Pony scolded, her makeup kit floating in front of her, “Don’t touch anything but Opal’s drawer,” She said, using her magic to pull out one of the multiple drawers and setting the kit next to the three fillies. “And don’t hurt my dear Opal,” she added, almost forgetting about the poor, abused cat.
“We promise,” The trio said in unison. As soon as the violet haired pony left, they all turned to Opal.
“Let’s start with your pretty fur,” Sweetie Belle giggled, grabbing in her teeth a pink, bushy manebrush. Opal looked around, sweat covering her matted forehead as she darted away. “Opal!” Sweetie cried.
Scootaloo reached over to her navy blue scooter that leaned against the wall. She hopped on and fluttered her wings almost at the speed of light.
***
Rainbowdash looked around, then at her cyan wings. What had caused that weird, tingling sensation? Someone must have beaten her record of wing flaps per minute! She shrugged, patted her pet tortoise Tank on the head, and went back to reading about the courageous Daring Doo.
Scootaloo’s scooter zoomed past the surprised Opal. A tangerine hoof with quick reflexes grabbed her as the scooter passed by. Opal’s body moved like old cartoons, her torso feet away, with her outstretched neck turned toward an unknown camera. Her face held a shocked expression as- within a few miliseconds- her head had caught up with her body.
The scooter halted to a smooth, yet sudden stop. Scootaloo smirked as she set down the dazed looking feline on the ground. Applebloom grabbed one of her longest ribbons between clenched teeth and wrapped up poor Opal like a birthday present.
***
“Good,” Sweetie muttered with the brush in her mouth. She began combing Opal’s tuft of hair downward, without taking out the purple bow. This resulted in a crazy look of a waterfall sort of. Her hair covered those green eyes and the cat let out a long moan. “We’re making you pretty Opal,” Sweetie smiled.
“Makeup time!” Scootaloo shouted, and then blushed. “I mean, well, makeup isn’t cool, but like… cats… and cutie marks…”
“Ya want some makeup, Scoots?” Applebloom raised a brow, attacking the surprised pegasus with a bunch of blush that she got from one of the other drawers. After the country pony had been shoved off, Scootaloo looked into the mirror of the makeup kit. She screamed as she had rosy cheeks and now some blue eye shadow.
“You’re just begging now,” Scootaloo muttered, attacking the cream coloured filly and knocking over the makeup kit, spilling its contents.
“Stop fighting!” Young Stupid Pony shrieked, stepping on some eye shadow, smearing the blue all over the floor.
“Girls?” Rarity called, walking up the stairs, “is everything okay-“Her pupils shrunk to pin points as she looked at the scene before her. Two fillies were pulling on each other’s tails and manes, biting each other, pummeling each other. Her sister was pushing them apart, being shoved out and falling into a mess of all of Rarity’s favorite makeup smeared all onto her perfect floor. Her precious Opalescence was rolling around on the floor, howling her cat howls, in a straightjacket of some sort.
Rarity shook her head and shouted, “Girls!” They didn’t respond. “GIRLS!” She screamed. Still no response. “Why, I oughta…” She muttered angrily, her eyes boiling with rage. She stomped up to them and shouted again, “GIRLS!” She stuck her hoof in between the fighting, trying to separate the two. This resulted in her being pulled in like she was being vacuumed and getting kicked in the face. She moaned as she fell onto the lilac floor.
Opalescence had stopped complaining when Stupid Pony started yelling. She started to snicker, then chuckle, then maniacally laugh. She did this rolling around the floor in her straightjacket-like device.
“Oh Rarity, I almost forgot- you are in charge of bringing the picnic blanket-“ Pinkie Pie hopped into the room and stopped dead before the whole scene. Two fillies fighting, makeup all in their messy manes, Sweetie Belle and her sister moaning on the makeup covered floor, their once perfectly white coats now stained, and a crazy cat laughing-in the way that cats laugh. “Um, I’ll leave you guys to whatever you’re doing…” She trailed, slowly backing up down the stairs.
