Sparkles did not like her new friend.
It had been about a week since she met her mommy’s new special friend George and she liked him well enough, especially since he always brought her a little plate of leftover sketties when he came, she didn’t like spending time at his house because of his… pet.
George owned a little lizard monster he called Spitfire, who in her opinion looked ugly, spoke in a weird accent that made it herd for her little pony brain to understand and threw up all the time.
But what was perhaps more unbearable was the fact Spitfire liked her.
Because of her sparkly blue coat, he called her his ‘thiny frrriend’ and always wanted to be close to her, touching her with his awful little scales and purring at her. She liked huggies as much as the next mare, but this was unbearable and she couldn’t stand it anymore.
Which was why when he wouldn’t take the hint earlier today while they were visiting, she gave Spirtfire sorry poopies when he refused to get off and leave her alone.
She regretted it almost immediately after it was done, but the die was cast and when her mother caught her, she got spanked with a sorry stick and sent into time out in the back yard.
She didn’t even bother complaining when her mother punished her, he knew that she deserved it. She hadn’t made bad, let alone sorry, poopies since she was just a little filly and she promised her mommy she was a good girl. Today she broke that promise, so she cried quietly in the garden.
“Huu huu huu… Spawkwes sowwy… huu… nu wan be bad fwuffy… huu huu…”
As she quietly sobbed to herself while sitting by the backdoor to her mommy’s special friends’ duplex, she herd the unmistakable sound of a cubby scaled body smacking lightly against the pavement stones.
“Hello thiny frrrend!”
Sparkles buried her head in her hooves, not wanting to even look at Spirtfire or hear the awful croaking of him trying to be friendly while she was so miserable.
“No! Thiney frrrend no be thad! Thpitfiah no am angrrry, mather clean Thpitfiah thee?”
She poked he eyes out from under her hooves to see Spitfire wiggling his pudgy limbs around in a little dance to show off how clean he was, his shades of green and yellow scales wobbling and his little wings buzzing as he did so.
Sparkles buried her head back into her hooves and pleaded for something to distract from this terrible embarrassment.
“Pwetty mawe! Pwetty mawe! Hewwo pwetty mawe!”
Sparkles looked up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice to see a bright red stallion with little speckels of green in his feathers and mane looking down at her with an excited smile on her face. This was not what she had in mind.
“Pwetty mawe! Wiwwy am bestest stawwion! Wan speciaw huggies fwom pwetty mawe! Pwetty mawe wan speciaw huggies?!”
Sparkles looked back at the impetuous stallion with an uncomfortable look. She promised her mommy when she was very small that she wouldn’t have special huggies unless it was with someone her mommy picked or someone she really liked, and she knew for sure that Willy was neither of those things.
“Nu tank yu, Wiwwy… Spawkwes nu wan speciaw huggies wif yu, sowwy…”
The stallion’s happy expression turned quickly sad when he heard those words, although it didn’t stay there, it flashed quickly to confusion and then frustration. Willy puffed out his cheeks and looked down at her.
“Wai pwetty mawe nu gib speciaw huggies tu Wiwwy?! Wiwwy am bestest stawwion! Aww uddah mawes gib Wiwwy speciaw huggies!”
“Spawkwes say nu! Nu wan speciaw huggies! Wiwwy gu home!”
“Rrrrrrrg…”
Willy handled his rejection with all of the grace and dignity a pampered house stallion could muster. He puffed his cheeks, turned on his hooves and let loose a torrent of sorry poopies directly into Sparkles face before she even had time to react.
She sat there, dripping awful mostly liquid shit on the ground for a solid ten seconds before the reality of what the little red pegasus had done to her hit her and she started to tear up from the embarrassment, and the smell.
“Stoopi mawe, Wiwwy am bestest stawwion! Take sowwy poopies! Wiwwy find pwettiew ma-“
“BLAAAGH!”
Before either of the fluffies could react Spitfire, who had thus far remained mostly silent during this whole exchange, opened his mouth and vomited a small stream of steaming fluid onto Willys hindquarters.
“SCREEEEE! BUWNIE SICKIE WAWAS! POOPIE PWACE! SPECIAW WUMPS! MUMMAH! WIWWY HAB HEWTIES! SCREEE-HEE-HEE!”
The red stallion bucked at the air, sobbing uncontrollably before bolting out the same hole in the fence he came in from and rushing as fast as his little legs could take him back toward the safety of his own house.
Sparkles looked up through tears at the sight and let out a small laugh between her sobs as Spitfire waddled out in front of her.
The little green dragoon the flopped onto its belly and proceeded to roll itself in the same puddle of feces that she had been drenched in.
She looked at him with a puzzled expression until he stood up and clasped his stubby arms around her.
“Thinky frrrendth!”
Her mommy and her mommy’s special friend found the two of them shortly thereafter when the screams of the retreating stallion alerted them to something going on outside, where they found Sparkles and Spitfire hugging, laughing and covered in fluffy poop.
And as her mommy scrubbed the sorry poopies out of her pretty white mane while her mommy’s special friend George held the shower faucet over Spitfire and washed his scales with a sponge.
He turned his scaly face toward her and stuck out his tongue with an audible;
“Blep!”
Sparkles realized that she may like her new friend after all.
