I took a few deep breaths to stop the blood from rushing to my shame. After a few minutes, the throbbing subsided and the excitement was gone. I was alone in Twilight’s dressing room. I did not want to stay in there too long for fear that Twilight might have thought that I had actually taken her up on her joke offer. I was afraid that the longer I stayed in there the more likely it would seem that I was… Anyway, I did not want to gross anypony out. I am a professional and a gentlecolt, and there is a time and a place for everything.
There was nopony around so it was safe; but still I used as little magic as possible to operate the doorknob, open the door, and exit Twilight’s dressing room. There were crewmembers milling about so I closed the door behind me with my hoof.
I wanted to ask Rainbow Dash a few questions about her trademark Sonic Rainbooms, so I went to look for her. However, fate is a fickle mistress, as I could not find Dashie- excuse me, Rainbow Dash anywhere. Although, granted, I did stop looking only after two minutes, which is to say, the moment I saw Fluttershy. She had her back to me. She was talking to a mouse that must have lost its way, because she was giving it directions. I politely waited until she was finished before I approached. She did not notice me sidling up behind her.
“Excuse me, Fluttershy,” I said maybe a little louder than I intended, “I was wonder-”
Fluttershy turned around. When she saw me, she let out a frightened gasp.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare y-”
“MOTHER OF CELESTIA, YOU’RE BALD! YOU’RE COMPLETELY BUCKING BALD!” Fluttershy shouted with surprise, in a voice that was reminiscent to the one she used near the end of “Sonic Rainboom.”
I had expected somepony to point that out at some point today. However, I was expecting that it would be Pinkie Pie, or Rainbow Dash, or even Rarity who would feel the need to reveal to me something of which I was already well aware. However, I did not expect it to be sweet little Fluttershy, and certainly not at such volume, or with such salty language.
“Um, I’m not bald, I shaved my mane. Hold on, I’m sorry did you just-”
“Oh, well, alright then. Sorry, I thought you were Rarity, for a second there.”
Trying to remember to put Twilight’s advice into action, I teased, “Oh, so all of us white unicorns look the same to you? My name is Camerashy. Wait, I‘m almost certain you-”
“Oh, no, it’s just with your eyes closed you look like Rarity with a bald head.”
“Yeah, I have gotten that a lot since I shaved my head two days ago; even from my parents and friends; and especially when my bright red tail is out of view.” I said as I waved the short shock of hair that was my tail, “I should never have made that bet. I miss my mane, and my neck is cold. However, I am almost certain you-”
“You lost your mane in a bet? What was the bet about?”
It was embarrassing for me to answer that question, and she was stopping me from calling her out on the fact that she just swore like a naval pony, but how can you deny the owner of those adorable eyes anything? “Last week, I, uh, was so positive that I was going to, umm… interview Sapphire Shores, that I bet my mane against my friend’s. Three days ago, I lost that bet. A gentlecolt never goes back on his word, so, the day before last, I went to the barber and,” I mimed a hair trimmer going back and forth over my head, “buzzzzz.”
As I gave my explanation, Fluttershy threw her hooves over her mouth as her expressive eyes grew wider and wider. Even with her mouth covered, I could see her eyes filling with joy.
“Oh, my goodness, everypony knows that Sapphire Shores is the most busy non-goddess pony in all of Equestria. She’s booked all the way into next year!” Then Fluttershy looked again where my mane should be and corrected, “Well, apparently, not every pony knows.” Then she looked one more time at my missing mane and again corrected, “Then again, maybe, now everypony does.”
“Oh, yes, I am now painfully aware as to how hectic Miss Shores’ schedule is. Painful because when I try to shake my mane, there is nothing there, and all I get is a headache. Still, I could swear that you just said-”
“Twilight told the rest of us about you, Camerashy. But, she never mentioned that you look like a bald Rarity.”
“She probably did not notice,” I said less annoyed than I felt. It is impossible to stay mad at that face, “since we Unicorns have no problem telling each other apart. But, seriously, I know you said-”
“Oh, no, she noticed, right off the bat, most likely. Twilight is as quick as a whip. She probably wants to pull this prank on all of us.” Then something dawned on her, “That would explain why she separated us all. Knowing Twilight, it wasn’t by chance that I was the first pony you found. She’s leading you around by your snout.”
“I would be offended if that did not sound so… accurate.” And, was being said by that cute mouth. “You keep changing the subject, I’m sure you-”
“I’m sorry to say, you’re probably going to get four more reactions similar to mine.”
Now’s your chance! Go, go! “Will they swear at me too?” I snapped at her. I did not mean to, I just did not expect Fluttershy to curse. Let alone purposely try to avoid being called on it.
The expression on Fluttershy’s face looked like that question kicked her in the gut. Tears started welling up in her eyes. I felt like slime, “That was so rude of me. A gentlecolt should never make a filly cry. Especially one as sweet and innocent as…”
A snort, and a giggle, and then, “Most likely. Gee whiz, Camerashy, Twilight is right, you really need to lighten up.”
“Yeah, she said that if I didn’t, the pranks that you and the others pulled on me would be worse than hers. Actually, she said,” I rooted around in my saddlebag until I found my notebook. I flipped to the page I was looking for and read aloud, “‘my pranks are not as bad as those of some of my friends.’”
“I’m not too sure about that, Twilight is… what’s the word; devious?” Fluttershy gasped, then, with a slightly worried look in her eyes, quickly looked around the studio, then shouted, “But I mean that in the nicest possible way!”
“Would you like to go somewhere more… private to talk?” I offered.
“I don’t know, Twilight said that you were de…bauched?”
“I-I am not!”
“She also said that you were very good at arguing with yourself.”
“What!?”
“Twilight said that you were arguing with yourself after she left you alone in her dressing room. She said that you were in her dressing room by yourself too long and that you were very good at arguing with yourself. No, she said, what was it? …Oh, yeah, she said that you were a master deba-”
“I DID NOT! I mean, I am not- I mean, I would never-” Deep breaths, in through the snout, out through the mouth, in through the snout, out through the mouth. It was obvious Fluttershy was too innocent to understand what Twilight meant. Therefore, there was no reason for me to get so defensive, so, with a deep sigh, I just went with it. “Yes I was arguing with myself, I yell at myself sometimes. It helps me clear my head.”
Fluttershy considered this for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow and asked as innocently can be, “Oh, is ‘yell’ what you call diddling yourself?”
Once again, I involuntarily face hoofed. Ugh, apparently not as innocent as I thought. “I was not- I did not- Could we please go somewhere private to continue our conversation?
Fluttershy flapped her wings to hover just above me as though she was standing on air on her hind legs; her forelegs were akimbo at her sides, and her eyes narrowed as she peered into my soul, “Alright, but I’ll be watching you, mister, so no funny stuff.”
“I promise, I shall be the perfect gentlecolt, honest.”
I followed behind Fluttershy, she was still airborne. I looked up to ask her to where she was leading me and I immediately stopped in my tracks. I saw something a gentlecolt should only see with the consent of his marefriend. (Or, within the confines of a gentlecolts club.) My face grew red as I (almost) immediately squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head down and away. “Um, Fluttershy? I am so sorry to inconvenience you, but could you please land and just walk? I’m, uh, having trouble keeping up with you. You know, short legs.” I lied to preserve both of our dignities.
I heard a light impact on the floor in front of me; I opened the eye that was closest to the sound and saw Fluttershy looking at me with a smile on her face. Then she batted those big, beautiful eyes at me and asked, “What’s the matter, Camerashy, see something you like?”
This time a face hoof was not enough. This time I face floored, the dizziness and stars that resulted being (probably not enough) penance for my misdeed. “Yes- I mean, no- I mean yes- I mean I didn’t see anything, not on purpose, anyway, and not for more than a few seconds. I apologize, I meant no disrespect.”
So much for my dignity.
Fluttershy was blushing as she rolled her eyes and blew a stray pink hair out of her face. “Oh, well, I guess I believe you. You do look embarrassed. With that white coat and no mane, it’s almost impossible not to see your entire head turn as red as Big Macintosh’s. And, you do seem truly sorry. So, I guess I can forgive you, this time.”
“Thank you, Fluttershy, that is very magnanimous of you.”
A confused look appeared on Fluttershy‘s face, “Isn’t that what Twilight said you were doing in her dressing room after she left?”
“Huh? No, she said I was- No! No, it means generous, kind, and forgiving.
“Oh, well, that’s different then, isn’t it?”
“I should hope so.” I said as we continued walking.
Fluttershy led me to a large set of double doors with a sign that read: FIRE EXIT DO NOT OPEN, ALARM WILL SOUND. She flew up to the corner of one of the doors, pulled loose a wire, and landed. She opened the door, no alarm.
Well that can’t be safe.
Being the gentlecolt I am; I held the door for her, “After you.”
We emerged outside, in the back lot of the studio. “Back lot” would be a misnomer, it was more like a lush garden. It was breathtaking, something one never sees in downtown Manehattan, outside, of course, of Canteral Park. It was an exact replica of Fluttershy’s cottage and the area surrounding it. Right down to Angel Bunny’s house, the chicken coop, and the ferret den under the bridge. “Replica” was not even an adequate word. It was as though Princess Celestia magically transplanted Fluttershy’s entire property to the back lot of the studio.
“Im…possible.” I whispered, awestruck. Then I continued, in my normal register, “This can’t be… is this really… This is just too amazing not to be real.”
“Yeah, that’s our special effects team for you. This was a gift from Princess Celestia. She had this whole place commissioned for me as an apology after she and Twilight pranked me real good back in season one.”
Still awestruck at the beautiful scene before me I responded, “That must have been some prank, I’m sure my readers would like to know about it, that is, if it’s not too painful to recall.”
“Oh, no, I’m over it now. Thinking back, it was pretty funny, but not at the time. I cried for a week. The prank will live forever, and be seen again and again, because it was an episode of the show.”
“Which episode was that?”
“The twenty……second? Episode of the first season, ‘A Bird in the Hoof.’ The episode was Princess Celestia’s idea and the prank was Twilight’s idea. Between the three of us, I was the only one who didn’t know that Philomena was a phoenix. My script called for me to nurse Philomena back to health with Twilight’s help. Then try to get her back to Princess Celestia without her knowing.”
“Obviously, that wasn’t what happened.”
“No, Princess Celestia and Twilight knew that Philomena was near the end of her ‘cycle.’ Princess Celestia has Philomena’s regeneration cycles timed down to the second. They timed the filming of the episode to coincide with her ‘combustion.’ The ‘chase scene’ wasn’t in my script. I thought the cameras had stopped running so we could catch her, but they were still filming; it was all just leading up to the prank’s finale. When Philomena burst into flames and I caught her ashes in my hooves? That was my real reaction. They didn’t stop filming and explain everything to me until after I burst into tears.”
“That…is…horrible. I wouldn’t expect something like that from Twilight or the Princess. Well, after today, at least not the Princess.”
“Where do you think Twilight learned it from? I told you that she was devious.” Fluttershy once again gasped, then, with a slightly worried look in her eyes, quickly looked around her garden, then shouted, “But I mean that in the nicest possible way!”
“And this gorgeous place is an apology for that? And is it all real or just practical effects?”
“A little bit of both, actually. The grass and trees are real. A team of construction workers, landscapers, carpenters, and interior designers; constructed an exact duplicate of my land and cottage in Ponyville, right down to the cat trees and the burls in the stairs. Angle Bunny’s house, my cottage, and the hen house, are all furnished and stocked exactly as they are in Ponyville. However, except for Angel Bunny, none of the critters from back home are here. So, I let the local critters stay here.”
“Is that what you were doing with that mouse, giving it directions to this…Eden?”
As she spoke, Fluttershy kneeled in the grass. Little birds started landing in her mane and various mice, raccoons, rabbits, ferrets, and squirrels; which emerged from several dens and warrens hidden within the tall grass encircled her, jumping happily, “Oh, no, Missus Whiskers knows where this place is, I think all the critters do. No, she was just looking for her son, Stewart. Stewart went to,” Fluttershy whispered the next four words, “the little colts’ room.”
I was a little skeptical, “You have a mouse that uses the toilet?”
Oh, no, Stewart doesn’t belong to me, I’m just his mother’s friend, I baby-sit Stewart anytime his mom and dad need some ‘alone time.’”
So, ‘Missis Whiskers’ is-”
“No, no, not ‘Missis Whiskers,’ ‘Missus Whiskers,’ she and her family are from Trottingham. They moved to here to Manehattan about seven months ago.”
Trying not to show my concern for the mental state of the Pegasus before me, I knelt down in the grass beside her; it would have been rude and unprofessional, not to mention cowardly, to do otherwise. Then, as sweetly as possible, I said, “How cute.”
I was about to change the subject when Angel Bunny came running out of nowhere in a panic. He started miming something at Fluttershy. “What? Oh, no! Excuse me, Camerashy, this is important.”
The birds and critters scattered as Fluttershy flew away very quickly with Angel Bunny in tow. I decided to follow because I did not think it wise to leave such a mentally fragile pony alone to her own devices. I mean, she gave her pet mice a back-story that she wholeheartedly believed; who knows what she might have thought Angle Bunny “told her.” However, when she is worried, Fluttershy flies unbelievably fast. Even at full gallop, I could not keep up with her. Nevertheless, she did not leave my sight, mainly because she did not go very far. She flew to the other side of her garden, which was more than a half a mile, in less than ten seconds. I was finally able to catch up with her while she was hovering in the air among a group of trees.
“Which one is it, Angel?”
Angel Bunny thought for a moment, and looked around trying to get his bearings. Then something dawned on him as he tapped Fluttershy on the head and pointed to a tree in their three o’clock position. Fluttershy flew and I ran to the tree. There was a faint mewling coming from one of the tree’s branches. Fluttershy flew into the tree and disappeared amongst the leaves. A few seconds later, Fluttershy emerged carrying a small calico kitten in her fore hooves.
“How did you get up there, little one?” Fluttershy asked as she came in for a landing and set the kitten on the ground.
I could not believe my eyes or ears, the kitten mewed as it looked like it was answering Fluttershy’s question.
“A dog chased you up the tree? … How did you get in here, anyway? … A hole in the back wall? …What is your name, little one? …Cinnamon? What a pretty name. Well, Cinnamon, what is your mother‘s name?…He, he, Mama, huh? …So, where is Mama? …Oh, out looking for food. …Where do you live? …Down the back alley? …Can you show me this hole in the wall?”
Cinnamon nodded assent. Fluttershy put Cinnamon in her mane next to Angel Bunny who consoled the kitten who was only slightly larger than he was. I followed behind as Cinnamon meowed (I assume) the directions to the hole in the wall to Fluttershy, who seemed to have no trouble following her directions. We traveled to the other side of the trees. On the other side was another quarter of a mile of verdant growth. At the edge of that, there was a three-meter tall concrete wall and some very unkempt grass.
“Okay, we’re almost there, Cinnamon, now where’s this hole? …To the left? …Behind the grass?” Fluttershy landed and walked as Cinnamon directed her to a patch of bent, broken and quite tall grass.
Fluttershy moved the grass, and sure enough, there was a hole in the wall just big enough for a medium-small dog to fit through easily. “Well, that won’t do, will it?” Fluttershy said as she placed Angel Bunny and Cinnamon on the grass. She turned her back to the wall, rose up on her forelegs and, without much effort, kicked the wall just above the hole, cracking it. Fluttershy repeated the action once more, this time, an entire section of the wall crumbled. Now the hole was big enough for a Pegasus to fly through easily.
“That… was impressive” I said, flabbergasted.
“Angel, keep an eye on Camerashy, Cinnamon, come me.” Fluttershy put Cinnamon in her mane and flew out the hole.
She had left me alone in a pile of rubble in a virtual Eden, with a bunny rabbit as a babysitter. With nothing to do, I decided to examine the hole. Angel Bunny thumped me on the hind leg with his back paw and gave me a dirty look. “Don’t worry, Angel, I promise I won’t go far.”
Oh great, now I’m talking to the rabbit.
I examined the wall. The wall was not only three meters tall, but it was also a meter thick. The strength it must have taken to open the hole this much, and with only two kicks; I would never have expected that from sweet, delicate, Fluttershy. However, I have been wrong an awful lot recently. Furthermore, it looked like she was not even trying.
Outside the hole, the stark contrast of the big city to this beautiful garden made itself quite evident in this smelly back alley. There were trash bags strewn about; garbage water was running into a sewer drain; and the smell of urine lingering in the air. The smell was so bad, even Angel Bunny was pinching his nose closed.
A few minutes later Fluttershy returned triumphantly, carrying not only Cinnamon on her back, but also a black cat who I assumed was “Mama,” and three more kittens.
“Angel, Camerashy, allow me to introduce you to Cinnamon’s family.” pointing to the black kitten, Fluttershy continued, “This is her sister, Pepper.” then she pointed to another calico kitten, “This is her other sister, Dusty.” Pointing to the gray kitten, “This is their brother, Ghost.” Then, while holding up the black cat, she concluded, “And this is their mother, her name is Shadow. They all are part of our family now, and will be living here.”
“What about Mister and Missus Whiskers and their son, Stewart? Isn’t it in a cat’s nature to hunt and eat mice? And, birds, for that matter?”
“It’s okay, I had a talk with Shadow and her kittens, and they understand what it means to live here, no hunting, killing, or eating anyone who lives here in my garden. If they want to hunt, they will have to go outside the wall.”
“But, there’s a gaping hole in the wall. Any predator, thief, or vandal could just walk right through.”
“Good point.” Fluttershy said. Then she turned to Angel Bunny and continued, “Angel, go find M.C. and bring him back here to the hole.”
Angel Bunny stood at attention, clicked his heels together, saluted, and then scampered off, determined to fulfill his mission and please his General.
Turning back to me Fluttershy said, “We might as well stay and finish the interview here to make sure nopony or nothing comes through this little hole I made.”
“Wow, Fluttershy, you are a whole lot faster, stronger, and bolder that I would have guessed.”
Apparently remembering when I teased her, Fluttershy teased, “Why? Because I’m a mare or because I’m a Pegasus?”
“No. It’s because in the show your character is so meek, weak, and slow.”
“Yeah, it’s the big lie of the show. They make me hold back seventy percent of my speed and strength. Even on that wall, I was only using about half my strength. And, I’m not really all that meek. My true nature is closer to what it was in ‘May the Best Pet Win.’”
“Was that your favorite episode?”
“No, my favorite episode is ‘Sonic Rainboom.’”
“Oh, really?
“Yes, it was the first time I got to be myself on camera. Even though I didn’t get to do so until almost at the end of the episode, it was still so much fun.”
“That was a pretty cool episode. I’ve noticed that most of the production crew is Unicorns and Earth ponies, so I was amazed to see an episode filmed on location in Cloudsdale. Was that thanks to Twilight’s magic or Princess Celestia’s magic?”
“Actually that was Camera Magic’s ‘magic.’ We filmed the entire episode in the soundstage across the street.”
“It looked so real. I mean, I’ve never been to Cloudsdale, being, you know, a Unicorn, however, I have seen pictures.”
“The first day of filming for ‘Sonic Rainboom’ we walked into the sound stage and the entire place was covered in green screen. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, even the rafters. There were green screen blocks, green screen stairs, and green screen ‘clouds;’ which were huge green screen pillows suspended from the ceiling on green screen platforms being held up by green screen supports.”
“So green screen everything. Everything but the cameras and ponies is covered in or made of green screen.”
“Yes, and M.C. had the camerapegasi go to Cloudsdale and film footage of outside the town proper, downtown Cloudsdale, the weather factory, and the Cloudiseum which were in the script; and other various locations so that we would have a perfect CGI replica of Cloudsdale to splice into the green screens. Even Rarity’s wings were green screen CGI.”
“They weren’t practical effects like Twilight’s?”
“No, they were wires bent into the shape of butterfly wings, covered in green fabric and attached to a belt. Rarity didn’t actually fly; she was in a harness suspended by wires from a pulley system in front of the green screen wall. She didn’t really plummet, either. She, and the Wonderbolts that chased her, were suspended upside down in harnesses a couple of meters above the green screen floor and a huge wind fan.”
“What about the Sonic Rainboom Dashie- excuse me, Rainbow Dash performed when she saved Rarity? Was that one, and all the others, CGI as well?”
Fluttershy cocked an eyebrow, presumably at my Freudian slip, smiled, and answered, “You should ask Rainbow Dash about those.”
Now I really wanted to find Rainbow Dash and ask her about the Sonic Rainbooms. Could it be possible that they are all fake? Maybe if I was sneaky I could charm some answers out of Fluttershy.
“Were you and Rainbow Dash really friends from foalhood?”
“Sure, we’ve been best friends since preflight school.”
“So, did you know Gilda?”
“Yes, she’s been friends with me and Rainbow Dash since flight school. I even came up with the concept for the episode that she was the villain in.”
“‘Griffon the Brush-Off’ was your idea? You made her be so mean to you. You cried! Suddenly I feel so guilty about my Gilda voodoo doll.”
Fluttershy patted me on my withers to comfort me, “It’s alright, she didn’t mind. She likes yelling at me, and I love it- like it when she yells at me, it’s,” Fluttershy’s pretty eyes rolled back in her head and she smiled blissfully and shuddered as she, quite possibly in more ways than one, finished, “exhilarating.”
Being a professional and a gentlecolt, I pretended not to notice the fact that I may or may not have been basking in Fluttershy’s afterglow, “Has Gilda ever seen a Sonic Rainboom?”
“Yes, we- she watches the show all the time.”
It looks like I don’t have the proper equipment to charm anything out of her.
“And as for crying, I can make myself cry on cue, see?”
Fluttrshy’s bottom lip started to quiver, her ears drooped, and her eyes became red and puffy as they welled up with tears. Fluttershy started to cry deep, heavy sobs as tears streamed down her face; and she snorted as she, unsuccessfully, tried to keep snot from flowing out her snout. It was a miserable sight to behold. I tried to do whatever I could to console her. However, before I could, just as suddenly as she started, she stopped. Fluttershy’s face was bright, cheerful and completely back to normal.
“And it’s just that easy!”
I wanted to be angry, however nopony who has ever watched the show, could ever be angry with Fluttershy. Therefore, I just continued the interview. However, as soon as I asked the next question, I had a feeling that I might already know the answer, “So, who is your favorite villain?”
Fluttershy blushed and giggled, “That’s easy, the villain from the episode that I helped write,” Fluttershy’s blush became more evident as she finished her statement, “Gilda.”
I thought as much.
I chose my words carefully and spoke impassively, taking care to appear as oblivious as possible, “Interesting, I’m happy to hear that you and Gilda are… not on bad terms with one another.”
Fluttershy giggled, “To say the least.”
“Yes, moving on. When I interviewed M.C., he told me that Twilight, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity do not sing their own songs, which means that Rainbow Dash, Apple Jack, and you do. So, do you have a favorite song?”
“Good question, there’re so many that it’s hard to decide. But, I guess if I have to choose, it would be ‘So Many Wonders’ from ‘Cutie Mark Chronicles.’”
“Aaw, that one was so cute! I mean, that episode was cute- I mean that was a good episode. It told the story about how Dashie- Rainbow Dash and her Sonic Rainboom were responsible for everypony’s cutie marks. It was supposed to be the first time in her life that Rainbow Dash ever performed one. Nevertheless, go on, why is ‘So Many Wonders’ your favorite song?”
“It was my first solo. Even though I wasn’t on camera, I was still nervous about having to dub the voice of the filly playing young Fluttershy. I saw how, one by one, Pinkie, Twilight, and Rarity all had their singing voices replaced by professionals, and I was worried the same would happen to me. Fortunately, it didn’t. My voice was… um…uh…-”
Fluttershy was blushing, presumably at the thought of sounding as if she was bragging about herself so I helped her out, “Cute? Sweet? Beautiful?”
Unfortunately, once again I opened my mouth and stuck my hoof in as Fluttershy’s blush grew as she finished her sentence, “adequate enough to not need a replacement.”
An awkward silence lingered in the air as I searched for the words, but none came, so, I lied, “That’s what the fan sites say about your voice, I was just parroting them. Although, to be fair, your voice is not… unappealing.”
Fluttershy rolled her eyes and smiled, “I’m glad the ‘fan sites’ think so highly of me. But if-”
“FLUTTERSHY!”
Fluttershy looked over my shoulder at the source of the angry voice shouting her name. Rolling her eyes she groaned, “Oh, here it comes.”
“Is what Angel mimed to me accurate? Did you really- Mother of Celestia you did! You really need to stop kicking gaping maws into the wall!”
The angry voice sounded familiar, I looked over my shoulder and saw that it belonged to M.C. He was trotting towards us with an annoyed look on his face and Angle Bunny on his head.
“Gaping maws?” Fluttershy and I asked in perfect unison.
“I meant holes! Angel Bunny was the one who mimed ‘gaping maw,’ or it might have been ‘raping cow.’ Angel is simultaneously excellent and horrible at Charades. However, now that I’m here, I’m fairly certain you did not kick a raping cow into the wall… again.” Turning to me and without changing his expression he nodded and his voice slightly softened, “Oh, hello Camerashy.”
“Well, maybe this time you could put a gate in the wall.”
“I don’t think I have a choice anymore, do I? If I don’t, you’ll just keep kicking bigger and bigger holes into it until the whole wall comes crashing down.” M.C. examined the carnage, “At least you took it easy this time. Camerashy must have had something to do with that. You didn’t want to scare him, did you?”
“Yeah, he’s skittish,” Fluttershy leaned in close to M.C. and whispered in his ear a little too loudly, “and a little dense.”
I was a little offended, but it is physically impossible to stay mad at Fluttershy, “I am not skittish.”
Fluttershy and M.C., in perfect synchronicity, each turned their heads toward me and cocked an eyebrow.
I realized that I admitted that I was dense and once again, the blood rushed to my head as I blushed, “You two seem to have everything well in hoof, so, I shall take my leave.”
I walked back to the set of double doors out of which Fluttershy and I exited. I pulled on the handle, locked. I looked around and there was nopony in sight. I closed my eyes, concentrated, and started to use my magic to feel for the fire alarm wire that Fluttershy had pulled out; however, I sensed an aura. I opened my eyes and focused on the aura. A violet glow magically sealed the door.
I heaved a sigh, dropped my head, and groaned, “Touché, Twilight.”