Two colts awake far too early in the morning. Bonding over leftover pizza, they sport mixed views of the near future, but assume they'll still be best brother buddies.
This is far from the case when they are stallions.
A self-inflicted prompt of the question of the family of a certain pony. The idea's been bothering me for a while now. Don't be surprised that it's a little cheesy.
Two colts have a midnight snack.
A little house party goes wrong.