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- >It's one of those cold winter afternoons where you can think of nothing more but curling up by something warm and having a toasty warm nap.
- >Unfortunately you've got a house to clean that you've been putting off for some time now.
- >Laundry has always been a pain but it's even worse now without a machine to do half the work for you.
- >You continue to fold shirts as you ponder how difficult it would be to make a washer and dryer in this world.
- "Magic can act like electricity in some way," you mutter to yourself as you recall the car juicer thing you saw once.
- >"What?" Moonie calls out whose attention breaks from the window to the muttering alien folding fabric.
- "Nothing... What are you looking at anyway?"
- >You roll the last pair of socks and get up to go join Moonie in staring out as it's held her quiet attention for some time now.
- >"Pinkie. She's out there... Doing something."
- >Out there Pinkie is frolicking and building something out of snow.
- >She's piling up more and more snow as time goes by, then she brings out a random tool to work at it like a chisel.
- >"What do you think she's making?"
- "Knowing her it's impossible to really know but I'll guess a fort. A castle to be more accurate with snow catapults."
- >"Really?" She asks with clear disbelief.
- "What, do you have a better guess?"
- >"Something artsy."
- "Artsy?"
- >"Yeah."
- >Pinkie now has a hammer and is pounding holes into the massive pile of snow but it's still a massive pile of snow, offering no clue to what she's making.
- "Want to make a bet?"
- >"What are the stakes?"
- "Winner can make one demand of the loser."
- >"You're on."
- >The two of you sit at the cold window in silence, staring out at the perplexing parade the pink pony is put on in the snow.
- >Moonie is sitting up on the sill so her breath is fogging up a small area in front of her and every so often so grumbles as she wipes the window clean with a hoof.
- >After a few minutes, it's time for pinkie to reveal her finished work.
- >As if the mound of snow were a thin sheet, she pulls at it to reveal a snow castle with a canon made of ice sitting atop.
- >"I call it, the Wild Warring Wrath of the West! Are you ready raiders of the east?!" She bellows down the town.
- >A chorus of blood thirsty fillies scream back and with that, the snowball fight begins.
- >A horde of fillies sprint at Pinkie, diving for cover or running out in the open, all lobbing snowballs as fast as they can.
- >Pinkie leaps onto the cannon and begins to fire at her attackers.
- >A few are hit directly in the face and go down for the count.
- "Heh, looks like the Wild Warring Wrath of the West's whacks wield a whammy of a wallop," you mutter to yourself as you stand up to stretch.
- >Sitting still for so long has let the chill of the air seep in and you're feeling stiff as a result.
- >"How'd you know?"
- "Oh, Pinkie told me all about it yesterday. She's been very excited."
- >"That's not fair, you knew the results."
- "And?"
- >She pauses, carefully choosing her response. If she tries to argue, you'll just bring up the time she did the same thing to you in a bet over who could get more candy on Nightmare Night.
- >"What do I have to do? Dishes, clean my room, a bath?"
- "I don't need to win bets to get those kinds of things," you smile widely.
- >"What then?"
- "I'll be back with it in a moment," you tell her as you put on a warm coat and head outside.
- -----
- >You return with a white package, neatly tied with a blue and orange ribbon.
- >"What's that?"
- "It's for you."
- >You place it beside her on the couch and she warily tears into it with magic.
- >Then she lifts the piece of clothing you requested from Rarity and is confused.
- >"What... is it meant to be?"
- "A onesie made of real treated wool," you reply with a grin.
- >Confusion is still very clearly written on her face but she puts it on anyway with a little bit of a struggle.
- >Once she's set into it and comfortable, you muffle a giggle.
- >It looks much better than you thought it would.
- >It's got little circular horns and a puffy little tail, completely the sheep look.
- >"What's so funny?"
- "Nothing, I'm just thinking that it doesn't look to baaaaa~d on you," you mockingly answer.
- >Then she realises what she's wearing.
- >"What! No!"
- >She about to use her magic to rip herself out of the onesie as fast as possible in a fit of embarassment but you leap over and scoop her up into your arms.
- "No! We had a bet!"
- >You look down at the little filly who knows she can't protest but has decided to instead pout angrily with puffy cheeks.
- >There's a heavy pang in your chest as loud as thunder overhead that runs through your body with the force of a war drum.
- >"Let me go."
- "Not until you bleat for me."
- >She hesitates before conceding.
- >"Baaa~! Now let me go."
- >Moonie begins to squirm and struggle, all too eager to be free of your grip but you've got her on lockdown.
- "I changed my mind," you state as you continue to cuddle the pouting little mare.
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