The Spy of the Tiger is about to give out some stitches.

"You're both elements of harmony?" the filly gasped as she hopped around Fluttershy and Rarity.

"Why, yes, darling!" Rarity reached out to give the filly a headpat.

"...I'm telling!"

The most audible representation of a question mark made physical shot between the two mares as the filly scampered off somewhere.

"I SMELL ELEMENTS--" a decrepit-looking janky stallion skittered out of the shadows, screeching at the top of his lungs.