Manehatten Secrets of a CMC Filly (Bellosh101, Steel Eagle, & Riverhippo)

[Bellosh]

Babs Seed heard the sound of the new filly calling out her name, but by then, it was too late. Time seemed to stop as Babs finally noticed the cart about to run her down, and there was no time to dodge the oncoming object. For a second, the little girl thought she was a definite goner. That was until a rope of sorts whipped around Bab’s tail and miraculously pulled her back. Stunned, she was helpless to do anything but twirl into the legs of her rescuer, Valen Orange. It might have very well looked like a proper dance move if the two cousins hadn’t crashed into the candy pile.

When Babs Seed finally stopped spinning, she was dizzy as heck, and her forelegs were firmly intertwined around Valen’s neck. Ordinarily, the street-wise filly would use this moment to throw her “partner” off to the side before other ponies could look on the embarrassing scene. That was impossible for Babs to do however when her sense of equilibrium laid in ruins. “I feeeeel like huuuuurlling,” moaned the little earth pony, temporarily unable to do anything or think anything in her current state.

[Hippo]

As the violent happenings were witnessed by Remington, he quickly trotted over to the pile where Valen and Babs laid, Babs seemingly grabbing Valen by the neck about to throw up, and Valen laying their peacefully for the moment as the situation subsided in emotion. "You almost got flattened, Babs! Are you ok?" With the obvious appearance that Babs was not ok, Remington looked around in the pile for something to help with the nausea. He found a stick of black licorice. "Hey, chew on this, it'll make you feel better. You like black licorice, right?"

A step back and a look at the candy pile, Remington looked puzzled and confused. "Valen, how exactly are we going to haul all this candy back to the warehouse? I mean cutie mark crusader clubhouse."

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[SteelEagle]

OOC- Slazer is MIA and has been for a while. Slazer is welcome back to RP when the time is right.

It took a few seconds for Valen to get his bearings once he was thoroughly wasted on the floor, his cousin draped on his neck in a vice-like choke. Her strength which normally needed no aid went straight to his head- well, more like it nearly caused his head to pop off cartoonishly. A grisly cartoon at that. To top it off, she was getting ready to hurl. It was rapidly appearing as though it would be better for him to have allowed her too get hit, whatever words spoken afterward be darned. Much better that than the painful and soon to be disgusting rewards of his brave and completely selfless, heroic action. He started wiggling out, pushing her gently but firmly away. That didn't work. She was stronger than he by several magnitudes. He was stuck, the black licorice coming in from Remington doing more to get Valen's mouth watering than anything else. Eventually he slithered out of her grasp, quickly pulling her up alongside him. Better to be standing and let the bad vobes flow out of you. And throw up if needs be.

“I think we should be able to do it by ourselves, right Remmy? Unless you want to help, of course,” he offered politely to the filly with them. Come heck or high water they were going to get back to the clubhouse with this candy, even if it meant inducting a fourth into the fold. The real question was how to cover the distance easily enough. The trolley, perhaps? Most of them tended to be polite enough to help little ponies on. Pay a few treats perhaps but in the end, all would be swell. Assuming Babs didn't violently eject the content of her stomach, of course. That would have to be avoided for the good times to keep a-rollin'. Valen nodded back towards the road they had taken to get to the candy shop in the first place.

“Get to the trolley, take it back. No big whoop. Maybe we have to hoof out a tiny bit of candy but nothing we can't do. Babs, if you're not feeling well we don't have to go now. We could wait a few minutes if you'd be more comfy.”