Anon - What Do Humans Do?

"So, what do humans like to do for fun?"

It was an innocent question. A very sweet, innocent, well mannered question. Flash didn't even see the possible opportunities at first.

"Well, we could always go hang out by the donut barn?"

Big Mac, the soft and gentle giant he was, wouldn't have had a dirty thought in his head if nobody else had planted the seed.

"We could, ah, play a little ball in the aux field, if you wanted to get a hang of your legs any better."

Soarin, on the other hand, had been staring at the purple booty from the second he'd laid eyes on it.

"I think her legs need a little more getting used to before we play any sports, Mac. Let's walk her down back to your party barn, huh?

Braeburn was very aggressively sexual toward girls at the moment, working through some teenage issues.

"Ha, yeah, let's take her out back and show her a few things to do. Like drinking, for starters. In fact, lets all sleep over tonight, really welcome her in."

Shining, especially, was looking at this copy of his little sister that was most definately not related to him like the pot of gold under the rainbow.

"I could never regret anything in my life more than missing this opportunity."

Twilight smiled as the five boys surrounded her, taking each of her hands and clasping her shoulders in such a welcoming, reaffirming manner. Such luck, such serendipity it was to stumble across a group of five friends as close knit as the ones she'd left behind back home. During the long walk to the Apple farm they talked about pony things and human things that comfused Twilight in between the boys calling home on their cell phones and saying they were spending the night at Mac's again. The sun was a little low in the when Twi finally saw the old party shed, corrugated tin roof and peeling sides, a big ash filled fire pit out front neighboring a beer can pile great enough to swim in. Inside the creaking doors was a musty little room full of couches and a humming refridgerator.