"Well... This was unforeseen" Mumbled Fox's "uncle" as he stared down the group of stallions across from him and the oblivious colt in collar who was munching a large oatmeal raisin cookie at his side. Normally, it would have been a peanut butter cookie, but the bakery had run out of them that day so he got saddled with the cookie that causes trust issues among chocolate lovers everywhere. Fox himself didn't mind, a cookie was a cookie, was a cookie, was awesome! Shady on the other hoof was kind of nonplussed by the fact that his little pet attack unicorn was completely and totally wrapped up in his baked goods.
"What, that somepony'd eventually decide to stick a knife in yo's ribs, or that it'd usses what does it?" rang out the rather slow sounding voice of the head of the opposing group, a burly earth pony who's cutie mark was a pair of horseshoes wrapped in barbed wire. He, and his two lackeys, stood there, watching the crime boss with a lazy sort of confidence born from the fact that the colt that they all feared was too preoccupied om nomin' to be of any use to the overweight pegasus at his side.
"Hmm, oh no not that my dear Punched Plot... Still can't believe your mother named you that, what I didn't foresee was that I'd be buying my little pet here a piece of cake today in addition to a cookie. Fox, be a good boy and show our friends here those pretty flames of your's..." Shady Deals smiled slightly as he stepped back, leaving Fox there, licking a few crumbs off his forehooves.
Fox's eyes twinkled, a grin stretching over his face as he stood and shook himself a bit. This was his favorite game, and there was cake in it for him... Best day ever! Chuckling a bit he stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at the stallions whom he'd been told to play with as his horn was surrounded by a soft azure light... A light that quickly grew into a raging torrent of icy blue flames. Fox locked eyes with the one called Plot (teehee) and his grin stretched wider.
The flames he called up danced along the walls of the alley in which they stood, slowly creeping towards Plot and company with a crackling roar and mounting heat. Fox's grin widened because that sight, coupled with the grin, always got the same reaction, and this time was no different. It was the widening of his playmate's eyes, the flaring of their nostrils, the loud whinny of fear and panic, and the sound of a loosened bladder pattering on pavement as Plot piddled himself in terror at the sight of the oncoming flames. Yep, always funny to the little colt, and it earned him some more sweets... He loved this game, shame no one else but Uncle Deals didn't seem to.
Chuckling a bit as the three stallions tripped over their own hooves in their haste to escape his little collared unicorn, Shady stepped up to Fox's side and patted him on the head. "Good boy, you can put em out now." No sooner had the words been spoken then those blue flames were just plain gone. Like they'd never existed at all. Funny that, but Shady wasn't one to question what worked for his business, and magic often defied explanations. He was still quite unaware that his little pyromantic unicorn pet was really an illusionist of high caliber, and that the flames were just a subtle bit of bent light and suggestion to trick the subjects of the spell into feeling the flames as well. Hence the heat. Fox wasn't about to tell him, he might not get his cake, and even worse, he might get pie instead... He didn't like pie. Too messy.
With that little episode out of the way (and Fox fed a pleasant piece of angel food cake) the two headed back to the orphanage, one of them smug, the other pleasantly full of cake and cookie. Rather a normal day for the two of them really.