Post by waxworks on May 5, 2015 1:40:20 GMT
The Masked Snuggler
"You're really not going to take your mask off?"
"Sorry Ardilla, rules are rules."
The basil-colored unicorn sighed at her friend in disappointment. She'd been rather hoping that with their new living arrangement that she'd actually get to see the blazing red cow's face once in a while, but now it seemed that that wasn't going to happen. Mezcal would neatly take off her tasseled anklets and set them aside, but the mask wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes but this is your home now Mezcal, surely you can take off your mask at home?"
Mezcal shrugged her shoulders at her friend, "sorry, not even for chu, chunicorn. Only a luchador who defeats me in the ring has the honor, the privilege, the right, to remove my mask."
Riddle frowned, and curled her bushy tail around her hooves. She could certainly imagine the mopey mess Mezcal would become if she were defeated in the ring under those circumstances, but those were almost equally weighed out by Riddle's curiosity as to exactly what the cow looked like under that glittering exterior.
She sighed and shrugged, carefully placing her bowler hat and rings on an improvised shelf made of wood and planks. The inside of the tent was certainly roomy, even with two creatures living inside of it, but having company made it feel much more cozy overall, even if that company was always in masquerade mode.
"I suppose," said Riddle thoughtfully, "that if I really want to see you without your mask I'll have to wrestle you for it."
Mezcal perked up at the suggestion. "Iy, Ardilla, chu know that I wouldn't go easy on chu, even though we're amigas, right? I mean, I wouldn't hit chu with all this vaca all at once, but chu wouldn't be leaving with all of chur horseshoes on."
"We'll see," said Riddle, sniffing out the lantern in the middle of the tent and letting the soft darkness envelope the room. "Anyway, goodnight, Mezcal."
There was a quiet pause.
"Mezcal?"
It was something that Riddle had found would take some getting used to. For as high energy as she was during the day, Mezcal didn't fool around when it was time to go to bed. She dropped like a brick and hit the floor sound asleep, and if she wasn't the first one to say goodnight, she certainly wouldn't be the last. Riddle giggled softly to herself. She wondered if a lights-out wrestling match was valid, because she could certainly get the advantage if-
A pair of fiery red hooves wrapped around her leg and pulled her to the ground with a surprised squeak. As most of the visiting athletes who had slept over at the Ponyville Gym had discovered, the cow had the most surprising habit of exhibiting wrestling holds in her sleep. When told of this, Mezcal just shrugged and said her family always said she was a really snuggly little vaca.
The unicorn looked around the tent, somewhat perplexed, as her back was now pressed against the cow's stomach, and she was experiencing the sort of grip you'd reserve for a plush toy.
"Er, Mezcal?"
Only soft snoring responded.
"Mez..."
Riddle sighed and looked at the dark tent around them. She had to admit, it was certainly easier to sleep when you knew someone was watching your back.
"You're really not going to take your mask off?"
"Sorry Ardilla, rules are rules."
The basil-colored unicorn sighed at her friend in disappointment. She'd been rather hoping that with their new living arrangement that she'd actually get to see the blazing red cow's face once in a while, but now it seemed that that wasn't going to happen. Mezcal would neatly take off her tasseled anklets and set them aside, but the mask wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes but this is your home now Mezcal, surely you can take off your mask at home?"
Mezcal shrugged her shoulders at her friend, "sorry, not even for chu, chunicorn. Only a luchador who defeats me in the ring has the honor, the privilege, the right, to remove my mask."
Riddle frowned, and curled her bushy tail around her hooves. She could certainly imagine the mopey mess Mezcal would become if she were defeated in the ring under those circumstances, but those were almost equally weighed out by Riddle's curiosity as to exactly what the cow looked like under that glittering exterior.
She sighed and shrugged, carefully placing her bowler hat and rings on an improvised shelf made of wood and planks. The inside of the tent was certainly roomy, even with two creatures living inside of it, but having company made it feel much more cozy overall, even if that company was always in masquerade mode.
"I suppose," said Riddle thoughtfully, "that if I really want to see you without your mask I'll have to wrestle you for it."
Mezcal perked up at the suggestion. "Iy, Ardilla, chu know that I wouldn't go easy on chu, even though we're amigas, right? I mean, I wouldn't hit chu with all this vaca all at once, but chu wouldn't be leaving with all of chur horseshoes on."
"We'll see," said Riddle, sniffing out the lantern in the middle of the tent and letting the soft darkness envelope the room. "Anyway, goodnight, Mezcal."
There was a quiet pause.
"Mezcal?"
It was something that Riddle had found would take some getting used to. For as high energy as she was during the day, Mezcal didn't fool around when it was time to go to bed. She dropped like a brick and hit the floor sound asleep, and if she wasn't the first one to say goodnight, she certainly wouldn't be the last. Riddle giggled softly to herself. She wondered if a lights-out wrestling match was valid, because she could certainly get the advantage if-
A pair of fiery red hooves wrapped around her leg and pulled her to the ground with a surprised squeak. As most of the visiting athletes who had slept over at the Ponyville Gym had discovered, the cow had the most surprising habit of exhibiting wrestling holds in her sleep. When told of this, Mezcal just shrugged and said her family always said she was a really snuggly little vaca.
The unicorn looked around the tent, somewhat perplexed, as her back was now pressed against the cow's stomach, and she was experiencing the sort of grip you'd reserve for a plush toy.
"Er, Mezcal?"
Only soft snoring responded.
"Mez..."
Riddle sighed and looked at the dark tent around them. She had to admit, it was certainly easier to sleep when you knew someone was watching your back.