Fluffyshy Makes Friends

>you adopted a yellow Pegasus mare with a pink mane a few months back
>of course, you named her Fluffyshy
>she was rather, well, shy at first
>she refused to look you in the eye whenever you two spoke, she wouldn’t say anything if she was hungry because she didn’t want to impose, and she spent most of the day under the couch
>but, as you expected, she warms up to you
>eventually she’s willing to play with you like any other fluffy
>keyword being “you”
>she’s still afraid of other people
>you decide to ease her into things
>she doesn’t like going into the backyard, because sometimes a car’ll drive by or something of the sort
>every time that happens, she retracts into a ball, which is, admittedly, kinda funny
>but today when you let her out, she did some exploring
>she went up to the fence and stuck her face in the grass for a few minutes
>then she walked all about the yard, just sticking her face into the grass
>she doesn’t even eat it
>after a little while, she runs up to you
>”Daddeh! Daddeh! Fwuffyshy make fwends!”
>”Friends? Where?”
>”In fwuff, daddeh!”
>you take a closer look
>Fluffyshy is covered in ants
>she’s going to need a very long bath tonight