A Small Story
So, Fuze asked me to tell her a bedtime story… here it is (warning: cliffhanger, as Fuzey had to go to sleep :))
[[MORE]]Once upon a time there was a little filly named Fuzey, she was a princess of the biggest forest in ALL of equestria, and her mummy and daddy loved her very much, but they wouldnt let her go outside the castle grounds because it was dangerous for a little filly princess to do so alone.
Fuzey was not happy, she sought an adventurous life and spent many days wistfully staring over her kingdom out of a small window in the castle.
She was good friends with the kitchenhoofs though, who would often sneak apples or carrots to her before dinner when her parents werent looking, so little fuzey hatched a plan. She decided to go on a big adventure! But she knew she would get in big trouble if her parents found out she stepped hoof outside the castle.
So one morning, before dawn had properly settled and the rooster crowed, Fuzey slipped out of the warmth of her bed, and snuck down to the kitchen galleys where her parents’ servants, Fuzey’s friends, were preparing the feasts for the day before dawn broke
Speaking in hushed whispers, excitedly, Fuzey explained her mission to the other ponies. The older ones looked a bit put off, because they knew Fuzey’s parents would more than likely exile the chefs if they became aware of the kitchenhoof’s involvement in the plot.
The younger kitchenhoofs seemed just as excited as Fuzey, a young colt hefting the small filly princess onto his back. “I’ll help you, Fuzey. Anything for a princess,” he said with a slight bend to his knees. Fuzey’s cheeks flushed a bright pink, her eyes sparkling as she realised her dream for adventure was becoming a reality in such a short span of time!
Dawn was quickly approaching. Other servants and subordinates of the castle had begun rousing for the day, lighting candle sconces in the walls lining the castle. Fuzey knew it would not be long before one of them came to wake her up. She had to leave, and she had to leave NOW if she wanted her plan to go ahead!
Quickly, she and the young colt who offered help filled a bag with food and blankets, ready for their trip into the wilderness. “This should last us a few days Fuzey, you will be able to see most of the kingdom in that time.”
Fuzey’s eyes grew round, and she looked at him in amazement. “B-but, how? A few days is barely enough ti-“
Her words were abruptly cut off by the colt’s jostling beneath his servant robes. Suddenly, two wings shot straight out from beneath the cloth. Turning his head back to grin at the little princess, the colt said, “With these!”
Slinging the bag across his back, the young colt, named Ferris, dipped his head towards Fuzey once more. “Do we need anything else, milady?”Fuzey, being the filly she was, giggled at the formality the colt was using. Ferris set his face in a line and said seriously, “I know what you need, young princess.”
Fuzey’s brows rose. She was curious but knew better not to ask, for it was deemed rude for royalty to be so persistent.
Ferris quickly bucked his back, dropping the bag and Fuzey to the floor. Fuzey landed on her plot, looking confused and a little hurt - was her adventure, so readily prepared for, already coming to an end? Tears filled her eyes, blurring the atmosphere around her. She tried to stop herself from trembling - felled at such a great opportunity to slip away!Keeping her teary eyes on the floor, she failed to notice Ferris barking orders at the other kitchenhoofs.
The floor waved in front of Fuzey’s eyes, and she barely felt the touch of large, gentle hooves, picking her up and placing her softly upon a shining saddle now sitting upon Ferris’ back. The bags were sitting upon the top of it.
Fuzey reached and wiped her eyes, small sniffles making way for an amazed sigh at her whereabouts. She slapped her hoofs on the front of the saddle. “OH! You scared me!” She said, as Ferris laughed good-naturedly at her. “Well, shall we go, before the cock crows, milady?” he smiled back at Fuzey.
"Really for really?" Fuzey leaned forward excitedly, practically bouncing on the saddle. Ferris spread his wings to either side of Fuzey, impressing her. She tentatively reached out to stroke a wing tip, causing a juddering shudder to run across Ferris’ coat.
"A-ahhahaha - Fuzey, don’t, I’m ticklish!"
Fuzey looked at the wings thoughtfully, and a devious smile spread across her lips. She reached again for the wings, but thought again. “You’re right, we should go, if we want to see the kingdom.”
Shooting another grin back at the small filly, Ferris said, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” After double checking the saddle, Fuzey and bag were secure on his back nestled between his wings, Ferris nodded his head at the kitchenhoofs, and set of at a gallopping pace out of the kitchen galleys to the mouth of the forest beyond the castle.
Fuzey’s eyes were not big enough to take in the wild flora and fauna of the forest. She had only ever dreamed of seeing, touching and smelling the large bushes, exotic flowers, and towering trees - she never thought she would be surrounded by the dense bushland that surrounded her home.
Judging from her silence, Ferris assumed Fuzey was taking in the sights as he slowed his gallop to a leisurely trot through the path leading them further into the forest.
Ferris continued into the thick of the forest, noting when branches or vines were hanging low so that Fuzey could duck them easily. The colt was strangely quiet as Fuzey ranted about the beauty of the forest. Soon the little filly fell silent, and asked, “Have YOU ever been into the forest before, Ferris?”
"No, milady. This is my first trip."
"Please, call me Fuzey. There’s no need for formalities in the *forest*"
"Okay, mi— Fuzey.."
"Where do you want to go?"
"Where do YOU want to go, mila— uhm, Fuzey?"
Fuzey tapped a hoof to her chin thoughtfully, looking about herself at their location. Looking up she could see dappled sunlight flitting through the leaves in the trees above them.
Pointing a hoof straight in the air, Fuzey shouted abruptly, “UP THERE!” making Ferris jump at the sound of her voice echoing about the clearing. Several small birds took flight as various “UP THERE! Up there! up there!” resonated around the forest.
Shaking off his initial shock and trying to cover it by pawing a hoof at the ground, Ferris turned with a grin once more to the small filly. “You ready?” he said challengingly.
Fuzey’s mouth split in a large grin mimicking Ferris’. “Are you kidding!? I was BORN ready!”
Ferris’ smile widened, dimples flashing in his cheeks as he swung his head toward the heavens, his wings outspread. He ducked down on his haunches, and said to Fuzey, “Hold on tight, now,” before launching himself into the sky, barely missing branches and twigs as he zipped up against the tallest tree in the vicinity.
Fuzey was NOT expecting this! The sheer force of the colt moving liquidly beneath the saddle and bag, wings pumping to gain height. The little princess’ hair was plastered back against her forehead, eyes as big as the moon as the wind brushed past her, racing towards the sunlight past the leaves of the tree.
Shutting her eyes and ducking behind Ferris’ head, she managed to escape the flight with a few superficial cuts to her arms.
Breaking through the treetops, leaves falling away from the pegasus and filly, as Ferris reared himself into a “standing” position in the sky, essentially piggy-backing young Fuzey, who desperately clung to the older pony as she realised how far above the ground they were.
Ferris spread an arm with flair, declaring, “Your kingdom, mil- ah, Fuzey!” Once she managed to find her grip, Fuzey looked at where Ferris was indicating: the entire forest! It looked beautiful from up here, once you got used to the dizzying height. If she didn’t look below her exact location, Fuzey could enjoy the sights without feeling nauseous.
The trees were a lush green, and the sounds of many different animals going about their daily duties could be heard as a collection of rustling bushes and trees below Fuzey. Occasionally they would hear the cry of a great green parrot, and Fuzey’s eyes would shine with amazement at the amount of different creatures residing in the flora.
After ensuring Fuzey had seen end-to-end of the forest, Ferris chucked his shoulders, jostling her playfully. “Do you want to go down?” he asked."N-no, I’m fine," Fuzey replied, before looking down and feeling uneasy. "Uhm, better, uh, make that, uh," she stuttered, before squeaking out a small, "Yes please."
The pegasus dropped in a straight dive down towards the forest, essentially scaring the metaphorical pants off of Fuzey, who clung screaming to the saddle until they had reached the shade and comfort beneath the trees once more. Breathing heavily once Ferris reached the ground, Fuzey set shaking hooves on the forest floor. She looked a little bit green.
Ferris looked at the princess a little concerned, and chucked the bag off of his back, spilling its contents onto the ground: some apples, a water bottle, small torches, cheese, bread, and carrots. Sitting down he arranged the items in better order, holding out an apple to the little filly.
"You don’t look so great, Fuzey, was that your first time flying?"
"Y-yes," Fuzey responded shakily, setting her rump firmly on the ground.
"How ‘bout an apple? That’ll make you feel better," Ferris smiled at her.
"I thought it was ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’?" Fuzey asked.
"Yes, but in this case, it’s ‘An apple a day keeps the flying sickness at bay!’ My mum used to tell me that when I was a little colt."
"Your mama is smart."
"So is yours."
"No she isn’t, she’s boring, and just wants me to stay in the castle and have no fun, no fun at all."
"That’s not true, little princess."
"What do you mean? She practically locks me up every day and refuses to let me go out except on special celebrations, like the Summer Sun celebration or the Winter Wrap Up festival, just boring seasonal things. I want to have FUN!"
Ferris took a bite out of his apple, leaning back as he observed Fuzey. “But do you know why she does that, Fuzey?”
Fuzey looked at the ground, brows knitting in anger. “Because she doesn’t want me to have any fun!”
Ferris smiled, his mouth tilting up at the corner, his dimple flashing at the little pony again. “No, Fuzey. You may think that is the case, but I know for a fact your mama and daddy love you very very much. And they want the best for you.”
"The best for me? Ha!" Fuzey took an indignant bite of her apple, angrily stomping the ground with her spare hoof. "The best for me, huh, keeping me locked up day in and day out?"
"They are looking out for you Fuzey."
"Looking out for me - by keeping me out of their sight?"
Ferris chuckled, before taking another bite of his apple. “They do that because you are a princess, Fuzey. Do you know what comes with being a princess?”
"Being locked up all the time? Having no fun?" Fuzey stuck her tongue out, scrunching her face up in a disgusted manner.
"No, little princess. Being a princess is a tough job, and your mummy and daddy keep you inside because there are many ponies who would love to take you from them, and use you against them to get some bits."
"What.. what do you mean?" Fuzey asked, dropping her apple in the dirt as she scrambled closer to Ferris, eyes large. "Use me against my parents for some bits?"
"Well little Fuzey," Ferris said, taking the last bite of his fruit and tossing the dregs to the ground, "What I mean to say is, anyone can fillynap you, and then tell your mama and daddy that they have you, and need some bits so they can take you back."
"So.. black.. blackmail?"
"Ah, you know what blackmail is? I wouldn’t have thought a filly as young as yourse—" Ferris cut himself off, inwardly saying, "Ah, she is a princess, it is in their nature to be taught such things." This thought was immediately followed by ‘but if she knows about blackmail, she should know about why her parents keep her locked away.’
"I know what blackmail is cause mama and daddy always have other Equestrian nations trying to do somethin’ about trying to take our land, or something. I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention, but blackmail is when somepony does something bad to someone else for their own gain, right?"
"That’s right, kid. You’re a smart cookie." The older colt smiled again, patting Fuzey’s mane hesitantly - as a kitchenhoof, he had never touched royalty before, and there was a big difference between touching royalty and letting royalty touch you.
Fuzey frowned, the cogwork of her mind twisting and turning as she tried to work out what her parents real motive to raising her were. She absentmindedly kicked at the apple left forgotten in the dirt. An uncomfortable silence lingered between the two ponies.
Ferris cleared his throat, wings stretching to brush downwards to the floor of the forest. He looked at Fuzey, then at the ground, then at the sky. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. Awkwardly stamping his hoof at the ground, and consequentially smashing his apple core to pieces, he cleared his throat again and looked at Fuzey, who looked at him expectantly, though her brows were still knitted in a frown on her forehead.
"So, um, do you want to keep going?" Ferris asked. He began gathering their supplies and putting them back in the bag he had haphazardly left on the ground beside them.
Fuzey folded her arms, quietly contemplating the leafy rooftop above them. She looked deeper into the dark recesses of the forest, thinking hard. Finally she pulled herself off the ground and trotted towards Ferris. “Yes please. I want to see more, before we have to go back to the castle.”
Ferris could tell the little filly was thinking hard about her place in the world, but still wanted to adventure outward and see what she could in the little time that she had.
Finishing packing their belongings into the bag, Ferris slung it back over his shoulders once more. Ferris looked at Fuzey, who was standing beside him. “Do you want a lift?” he asked.
"No, I think I’d like to trot," Fuzey replied, enjoying the feel of pine needles crunching beneath her hooves.
The colt smiled at her, shifting his wings slightly before nudging his head towards the recesses of the forest. “Shall we delve deeper, mila— Fuzey?”
"O.. Okay.. B-but if it gets scary, can.. can I hold your hoof?" Fuzey stammered.
"I’ll do you one better, princess, I will carry you upon my back once more."
"Thankyou, Ferris," Fuzey sounded relieved.
"It is merely my duty, lady."
Fuzey smiled at the young pegasus, and the two began a swift trot further into the woods. The density of the trees and bushes were thick here, and Ferris had to help Fuzey stumble her way through the thicket into another clearing. Here they were beside a small stream, bubbling away deliciously over small rocks at the river bottom.
Fuzey smiled wide, practically skipping to the stream, “It’s like the fountain mama and papa built when I was born, in the castle courtyard!”
Ferris chuckled, and said, “Yes, but it doesn’t have a fancy statue like the fountain in the courtyard, princess.”
"I can make one!" Fuzey stated defiantly, sticking her lower lip out. "It will be JUST as fancy, no, even MORE fancy than the one mama and papa built!"
Ferris smiled again at this childlike nature, shaking his head at the little filly. “Yes, princess, I’m sure it will. That flying took something outta me, though, it’s been a while since I was able to stretch my wings. Do you mind if I have a nap?”
"Not at all, Ferr, I’d imagine I’d need a nap after flying with a pony, bag and saddle on my back! I’ll start building this fountain, okay?"
The uptilt of her voice made the older pony smile before he settled down, removing both bag and saddle from between his wings. He rolled his shoulders, stretching, before lying down on the grassy floor of the forest and closing his eyes.
Fuzey made her way towards the stream, eyes sparkling - adventure! This is what she came for! To do things, to be away, to be her own filly!
Under the sparkling reflection of the sun on the stream, Fuzey set to work. Gathering rocks of all shapes and sizes and some vines from nearby trees and shrubbery, the small pony managed to make a small makeshift pony statue. It wasn’t the best - but what could one expect, making a statue from random rocks? Fuzey was proud of what she had created.
She sat back, wiping a grime-covered hoof across her forehead, as she looked at what she had made. She could hear Ferris softly snoring behind her. She dipped her back hooves in the water, splashing it upwards as she kicked. Watching the water sparkle and fall, she noticed something moving in the dense bushes across the stream from her. Standing up, she took a tentative step into the small stream.
The water was cooling, a stark contrast from the sun shining upon the small filly’s face. She smiled upwards toward the sun with her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth upon her coat. Then, remembering why she stood, she peered at the bushes across her way again. Yes, there was a definate rustling.
"H- Hello?" Fuzey called out quietly, so as not to wake Ferris. The rustling in the bushes abruptly stopped, and Fuzey narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Is somepony there? If you are, I’ll have you know, I’m a prince-"
Her statement was cut off by something large busting out of the bushes lining the stream, and tackling her to the ground. Fuzey screamed, the large beast was on top of her, pinning her to the dirt. Fuzey could feel its hot breath on her neck, and she struggled to think rationally.
With a grunt and a snort, Ferris woke up to the sound of Fuzey’s screams. Luckily he had been employed by the castle for his quick wit and thinking, and Ferris quickly disregarded his sleepiness, and tackled the creature on top of Fuze, while yelling a battle cry. “AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIIIIIII!”
To be continued…?

A Small Story

So, Fuze asked me to tell her a bedtime story… here it is (warning: cliffhanger, as Fuzey had to go to sleep :))

Once upon a time there was a little filly named Fuzey, she was a princess of the biggest forest in ALL of equestria, and her mummy and daddy loved her very much, but they wouldnt let her go outside the castle grounds because it was dangerous for a little filly princess to do so alone.

Fuzey was not happy, she sought an adventurous life and spent many days wistfully staring over her kingdom out of a small window in the castle.

She was good friends with the kitchenhoofs though, who would often sneak apples or carrots to her before dinner when her parents werent looking, so little fuzey hatched a plan. She decided to go on a big adventure! But she knew she would get in big trouble if her parents found out she stepped hoof outside the castle.

So one morning, before dawn had properly settled and the rooster crowed, Fuzey slipped out of the warmth of her bed, and snuck down to the kitchen galleys where her parents’ servants, Fuzey’s friends, were preparing the feasts for the day before dawn broke

Speaking in hushed whispers, excitedly, Fuzey explained her mission to the other ponies. The older ones looked a bit put off, because they knew Fuzey’s parents would more than likely exile the chefs if they became aware of the kitchenhoof’s involvement in the plot.

The younger kitchenhoofs seemed just as excited as Fuzey, a young colt hefting the small filly princess onto his back. “I’ll help you, Fuzey. Anything for a princess,” he said with a slight bend to his knees. Fuzey’s cheeks flushed a bright pink, her eyes sparkling as she realised her dream for adventure was becoming a reality in such a short span of time!

Dawn was quickly approaching. Other servants and subordinates of the castle had begun rousing for the day, lighting candle sconces in the walls lining the castle. Fuzey knew it would not be long before one of them came to wake her up. She had to leave, and she had to leave NOW if she wanted her plan to go ahead!

Quickly, she and the young colt who offered help filled a bag with food and blankets, ready for their trip into the wilderness. “This should last us a few days Fuzey, you will be able to see most of the kingdom in that time.”

Fuzey’s eyes grew round, and she looked at him in amazement. “B-but, how? A few days is barely enough ti-“

Her words were abruptly cut off by the colt’s jostling beneath his servant robes. Suddenly, two wings shot straight out from beneath the cloth. Turning his head back to grin at the little princess, the colt said, “With these!”

Slinging the bag across his back, the young colt, named Ferris, dipped his head towards Fuzey once more. “Do we need anything else, milady?”
Fuzey, being the filly she was, giggled at the formality the colt was using. Ferris set his face in a line and said seriously, “I know what you need, young princess.”

Fuzey’s brows rose. She was curious but knew better not to ask, for it was deemed rude for royalty to be so persistent.

Ferris quickly bucked his back, dropping the bag and Fuzey to the floor. Fuzey landed on her plot, looking confused and a little hurt - was her adventure, so readily prepared for, already coming to an end? Tears filled her eyes, blurring the atmosphere around her. She tried to stop herself from trembling - felled at such a great opportunity to slip away!
Keeping her teary eyes on the floor, she failed to notice Ferris barking orders at the other kitchenhoofs.

The floor waved in front of Fuzey’s eyes, and she barely felt the touch of large, gentle hooves, picking her up and placing her softly upon a shining saddle now sitting upon Ferris’ back. The bags were sitting upon the top of it.

Fuzey reached and wiped her eyes, small sniffles making way for an amazed sigh at her whereabouts. She slapped her hoofs on the front of the saddle. “OH! You scared me!” She said, as Ferris laughed good-naturedly at her. “Well, shall we go, before the cock crows, milady?” he smiled back at Fuzey.

"Really for really?" Fuzey leaned forward excitedly, practically bouncing on the saddle. Ferris spread his wings to either side of Fuzey, impressing her. She tentatively reached out to stroke a wing tip, causing a juddering shudder to run across Ferris’ coat.

"A-ahhahaha - Fuzey, don’t, I’m ticklish!"

Fuzey looked at the wings thoughtfully, and a devious smile spread across her lips. She reached again for the wings, but thought again. “You’re right, we should go, if we want to see the kingdom.”

Shooting another grin back at the small filly, Ferris said, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” After double checking the saddle, Fuzey and bag were secure on his back nestled between his wings, Ferris nodded his head at the kitchenhoofs, and set of at a gallopping pace out of the kitchen galleys to the mouth of the forest beyond the castle.

Fuzey’s eyes were not big enough to take in the wild flora and fauna of the forest. She had only ever dreamed of seeing, touching and smelling the large bushes, exotic flowers, and towering trees - she never thought she would be surrounded by the dense bushland that surrounded her home.

Judging from her silence, Ferris assumed Fuzey was taking in the sights as he slowed his gallop to a leisurely trot through the path leading them further into the forest.

Ferris continued into the thick of the forest, noting when branches or vines were hanging low so that Fuzey could duck them easily. The colt was strangely quiet as Fuzey ranted about the beauty of the forest. Soon the little filly fell silent, and asked, “Have YOU ever been into the forest before, Ferris?”

"No, milady. This is my first trip."

"Please, call me Fuzey. There’s no need for formalities in the *forest*"

"Okay, mi— Fuzey.."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Where do YOU want to go, mila— uhm, Fuzey?"

Fuzey tapped a hoof to her chin thoughtfully, looking about herself at their location. Looking up she could see dappled sunlight flitting through the leaves in the trees above them.

Pointing a hoof straight in the air, Fuzey shouted abruptly, “UP THERE!” making Ferris jump at the sound of her voice echoing about the clearing. Several small birds took flight as various “UP THERE! Up there! up there!” resonated around the forest.

Shaking off his initial shock and trying to cover it by pawing a hoof at the ground, Ferris turned with a grin once more to the small filly. “You ready?” he said challengingly.

Fuzey’s mouth split in a large grin mimicking Ferris’. “Are you kidding!? I was BORN ready!”

Ferris’ smile widened, dimples flashing in his cheeks as he swung his head toward the heavens, his wings outspread. He ducked down on his haunches, and said to Fuzey, “Hold on tight, now,” before launching himself into the sky, barely missing branches and twigs as he zipped up against the tallest tree in the vicinity.

Fuzey was NOT expecting this! The sheer force of the colt moving liquidly beneath the saddle and bag, wings pumping to gain height. The little princess’ hair was plastered back against her forehead, eyes as big as the moon as the wind brushed past her, racing towards the sunlight past the leaves of the tree.

Shutting her eyes and ducking behind Ferris’ head, she managed to escape the flight with a few superficial cuts to her arms.

Breaking through the treetops, leaves falling away from the pegasus and filly, as Ferris reared himself into a “standing” position in the sky, essentially piggy-backing young Fuzey, who desperately clung to the older pony as she realised how far above the ground they were.

Ferris spread an arm with flair, declaring, “Your kingdom, mil- ah, Fuzey!”
Once she managed to find her grip, Fuzey looked at where Ferris was indicating: the entire forest! It looked beautiful from up here, once you got used to the dizzying height. If she didn’t look below her exact location, Fuzey could enjoy the sights without feeling nauseous.

The trees were a lush green, and the sounds of many different animals going about their daily duties could be heard as a collection of rustling bushes and trees below Fuzey. Occasionally they would hear the cry of a great green parrot, and Fuzey’s eyes would shine with amazement at the amount of different creatures residing in the flora.

After ensuring Fuzey had seen end-to-end of the forest, Ferris chucked his shoulders, jostling her playfully. “Do you want to go down?” he asked.
"N-no, I’m fine," Fuzey replied, before looking down and feeling uneasy. "Uhm, better, uh, make that, uh," she stuttered, before squeaking out a small, "Yes please."

The pegasus dropped in a straight dive down towards the forest, essentially scaring the metaphorical pants off of Fuzey, who clung screaming to the saddle until they had reached the shade and comfort beneath the trees once more. Breathing heavily once Ferris reached the ground, Fuzey set shaking hooves on the forest floor. She looked a little bit green.

Ferris looked at the princess a little concerned, and chucked the bag off of his back, spilling its contents onto the ground: some apples, a water bottle, small torches, cheese, bread, and carrots. Sitting down he arranged the items in better order, holding out an apple to the little filly.

"You don’t look so great, Fuzey, was that your first time flying?"

"Y-yes," Fuzey responded shakily, setting her rump firmly on the ground.

"How ‘bout an apple? That’ll make you feel better," Ferris smiled at her.

"I thought it was ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’?" Fuzey asked.

"Yes, but in this case, it’s ‘An apple a day keeps the flying sickness at bay!’ My mum used to tell me that when I was a little colt."

"Your mama is smart."

"So is yours."

"No she isn’t, she’s boring, and just wants me to stay in the castle and have no fun, no fun at all."

"That’s not true, little princess."

"What do you mean? She practically locks me up every day and refuses to let me go out except on special celebrations, like the Summer Sun celebration or the Winter Wrap Up festival, just boring seasonal things. I want to have FUN!"

Ferris took a bite out of his apple, leaning back as he observed Fuzey. “But do you know why she does that, Fuzey?”

Fuzey looked at the ground, brows knitting in anger. “Because she doesn’t want me to have any fun!”

Ferris smiled, his mouth tilting up at the corner, his dimple flashing at the little pony again. “No, Fuzey. You may think that is the case, but I know for a fact your mama and daddy love you very very much. And they want the best for you.”

"The best for me? Ha!" Fuzey took an indignant bite of her apple, angrily stomping the ground with her spare hoof. "The best for me, huh, keeping me locked up day in and day out?"

"They are looking out for you Fuzey."

"Looking out for me - by keeping me out of their sight?"

Ferris chuckled, before taking another bite of his apple. “They do that because you are a princess, Fuzey. Do you know what comes with being a princess?”

"Being locked up all the time? Having no fun?" Fuzey stuck her tongue out, scrunching her face up in a disgusted manner.

"No, little princess. Being a princess is a tough job, and your mummy and daddy keep you inside because there are many ponies who would love to take you from them, and use you against them to get some bits."

"What.. what do you mean?" Fuzey asked, dropping her apple in the dirt as she scrambled closer to Ferris, eyes large. "Use me against my parents for some bits?"

"Well little Fuzey," Ferris said, taking the last bite of his fruit and tossing the dregs to the ground, "What I mean to say is, anyone can fillynap you, and then tell your mama and daddy that they have you, and need some bits so they can take you back."

"So.. black.. blackmail?"

"Ah, you know what blackmail is? I wouldn’t have thought a filly as young as yourse—" Ferris cut himself off, inwardly saying, "Ah, she is a princess, it is in their nature to be taught such things." This thought was immediately followed by ‘but if she knows about blackmail, she should know about why her parents keep her locked away.’

"I know what blackmail is cause mama and daddy always have other Equestrian nations trying to do somethin’ about trying to take our land, or something. I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention, but blackmail is when somepony does something bad to someone else for their own gain, right?"

"That’s right, kid. You’re a smart cookie." The older colt smiled again, patting Fuzey’s mane hesitantly - as a kitchenhoof, he had never touched royalty before, and there was a big difference between touching royalty and letting royalty touch you.

Fuzey frowned, the cogwork of her mind twisting and turning as she tried to work out what her parents real motive to raising her were. She absentmindedly kicked at the apple left forgotten in the dirt. An uncomfortable silence lingered between the two ponies.

Ferris cleared his throat, wings stretching to brush downwards to the floor of the forest. He looked at Fuzey, then at the ground, then at the sky. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. Awkwardly stamping his hoof at the ground, and consequentially smashing his apple core to pieces, he cleared his throat again and looked at Fuzey, who looked at him expectantly, though her brows were still knitted in a frown on her forehead.

"So, um, do you want to keep going?" Ferris asked. He began gathering their supplies and putting them back in the bag he had haphazardly left on the ground beside them.

Fuzey folded her arms, quietly contemplating the leafy rooftop above them. She looked deeper into the dark recesses of the forest, thinking hard. Finally she pulled herself off the ground and trotted towards Ferris. “Yes please. I want to see more, before we have to go back to the castle.”

Ferris could tell the little filly was thinking hard about her place in the world, but still wanted to adventure outward and see what she could in the little time that she had.

Finishing packing their belongings into the bag, Ferris slung it back over his shoulders once more. Ferris looked at Fuzey, who was standing beside him. “Do you want a lift?” he asked.

"No, I think I’d like to trot," Fuzey replied, enjoying the feel of pine needles crunching beneath her hooves.

The colt smiled at her, shifting his wings slightly before nudging his head towards the recesses of the forest. “Shall we delve deeper, mila— Fuzey?”

"O.. Okay.. B-but if it gets scary, can.. can I hold your hoof?" Fuzey stammered.

"I’ll do you one better, princess, I will carry you upon my back once more."

"Thankyou, Ferris," Fuzey sounded relieved.

"It is merely my duty, lady."

Fuzey smiled at the young pegasus, and the two began a swift trot further into the woods. The density of the trees and bushes were thick here, and Ferris had to help Fuzey stumble her way through the thicket into another clearing. Here they were beside a small stream, bubbling away deliciously over small rocks at the river bottom.

Fuzey smiled wide, practically skipping to the stream, “It’s like the fountain mama and papa built when I was born, in the castle courtyard!”

Ferris chuckled, and said, “Yes, but it doesn’t have a fancy statue like the fountain in the courtyard, princess.”

"I can make one!" Fuzey stated defiantly, sticking her lower lip out. "It will be JUST as fancy, no, even MORE fancy than the one mama and papa built!"

Ferris smiled again at this childlike nature, shaking his head at the little filly. “Yes, princess, I’m sure it will. That flying took something outta me, though, it’s been a while since I was able to stretch my wings. Do you mind if I have a nap?”

"Not at all, Ferr, I’d imagine I’d need a nap after flying with a pony, bag and saddle on my back! I’ll start building this fountain, okay?"

The uptilt of her voice made the older pony smile before he settled down, removing both bag and saddle from between his wings. He rolled his shoulders, stretching, before lying down on the grassy floor of the forest and closing his eyes.

Fuzey made her way towards the stream, eyes sparkling - adventure! This is what she came for! To do things, to be away, to be her own filly!

Under the sparkling reflection of the sun on the stream, Fuzey set to work. Gathering rocks of all shapes and sizes and some vines from nearby trees and shrubbery, the small pony managed to make a small makeshift pony statue. It wasn’t the best - but what could one expect, making a statue from random rocks? Fuzey was proud of what she had created.

She sat back, wiping a grime-covered hoof across her forehead, as she looked at what she had made. She could hear Ferris softly snoring behind her. She dipped her back hooves in the water, splashing it upwards as she kicked. Watching the water sparkle and fall, she noticed something moving in the dense bushes across the stream from her. Standing up, she took a tentative step into the small stream.

The water was cooling, a stark contrast from the sun shining upon the small filly’s face. She smiled upwards toward the sun with her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth upon her coat. Then, remembering why she stood, she peered at the bushes across her way again. Yes, there was a definate rustling.

"H- Hello?" Fuzey called out quietly, so as not to wake Ferris. The rustling in the bushes abruptly stopped, and Fuzey narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Is somepony there? If you are, I’ll have you know, I’m a prince-"

Her statement was cut off by something large busting out of the bushes lining the stream, and tackling her to the ground. Fuzey screamed, the large beast was on top of her, pinning her to the dirt. Fuzey could feel its hot breath on her neck, and she struggled to think rationally.

With a grunt and a snort, Ferris woke up to the sound of Fuzey’s screams. Luckily he had been employed by the castle for his quick wit and thinking, and Ferris quickly disregarded his sleepiness, and tackled the creature on top of Fuze, while yelling a battle cry. “AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIIIIIII!”

To be continued…?

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