- 4th December 1945 - Morning
The air raid was over. It had lasted for half of a whole day. The underground no longer shook from the constant assault from the air.
Coco Pommel slowly and fearfully came out of the air raid shelter she seeked refuge in as did everypony in it. She gasps in horror and distress at the sight that's presented to her eyes. She finds herself to be in a bomb shell of whatever remained of Manehattan. All the buildings are missing their crystal-clear windows, for the very few that somehow remained standing from the air raid. For most of the buildings, buildings that once stood proud, have collapsed into nothing more than just a pile of rubble. Some buildings are still on fire. Some corpses are also alight, many being almost cremated. There's fires everywhere filling the surrounding air with smoke. There's dead ponies both grown up and filly, blood and other pony parts are everywhere, staining lots of the ground. Some ponies laying about are still alive, but with very little time left before they join with the fallen. There's also rubble and shrapnel everywhere from the bombs dropped during the air raid.
"Oh m- My- AH!" She screams and flinched when she saw a random leg right next to her. It is light pink, detached from whoever it belonged to. She gulps when she saw darker purple hair nearby. Even though that pony was rude to her, that pony still had a family that's hoping that they're okay, unaware that they're dead.
"S- Sur- Ri... Suri..."
"Bloofy!?"
Coco Pommel then hears 2 voices crying. She looks around and notices a pegasus and an earth pony. They look around the same age as Coco Pommel.
One of them is a brown pegasus mare with a turquoise mane and tail, both mane and tail being in bundles. She has a cyan-coloured iris in both eyes and has some cyan turquoise freckles, 3 on each cheek and 4 above her noise. She is wearing a yellow scarf, and her cutie mark looks like a turquoise boot that has a spur on the back of it.
The other pony pony is a red earth pony stallion with a blue mane and tail which looks more messy-looking. He has a gold-coloured iris in both eyes and has no freckles. He is wearing a white collar with a blue badge in the middle that has a yellow star on it, and his cutie Mark looks like a round biscuit that had 2 bites taken out of it.
The 2 are trying to lift a chunk of rock on the other side of the road. Other ponies are also lifting other bits of rock and rubble to look for survivors.
"I can help!" Coco Pommel trots to the pegasus and the other earth pony to help in trying to lift the rock. They manage in doing so, and there is a completely crushed dark wooden box.
"BLLOOFFYYY!" The brown pegasus screamed, picking up the box and hugging it. But then a little purple fury creature jumps on top of the red earth pony's head, and from there, leaps onto the back of the brown pegasus.
"Bloofy- Don't SCARE me like THAT Again- Thank you-" The pegasus puts both forehooves around Coco Pommel. She lightly puts her left forehoof around the brown pegasus, then both let go.
"I've never seen you two around here before."
"Oh, I'm Spur and this is Biscuit. Me and Biscuit came to Manehattan from an area in Appleloosa a few years ago," The brown pegasus replied to Coco Pommel.
"I owe my life to Spur... I don't know what them Soviets did to everypony on the eastern fr-" Interrupting Biscuit is low far away engine and clattering noises.
"RUN!" An ice blue earth pony mare with a violet mane and tail in the distance is seen running whilst screaming.
BWOMPF! She then went up in an explosion. Their head and legs flew off in all different directions as well as ripped flesh and blood. Then in the background, the engine and clattering noises began to get louder. The 3 starts to make a run for it.
"Don't look back!" Coco Pommel looks behind and sees what it is that's firing at them, a tank. She immediately returns looking ahead of her.
BWOMPF! The tank shell just about missed them, but it kicks up some rubble where it landed, creating a cloud. With the cover of the cloud, Coco Pommel, Spur who has eyes on Bloofy, and Biscuit got behind a piece of blood-stained rubble, which had a random body of a dead filly on top, covered in dust. Their head is flattened underneath a bit of rock, which there's blood on the rubble around and underneath the rock.
"We need to head for the bridge!" Biscuit yelled amidst the chaos that's ensuing.
"We need to get past that thing and that'd just be suicide!" Spur screamed back, panicking not for herself, but more for Bloofy.
"We either risk it to the bridge or we'll certainly die," Coco Pommel sternly puts down the options.
BWOMPF! Another explosion is heard, but is somewhere else. They heard screams and cries after the explosion.
BRTRTRT, BRTRTRT! The screaming and crying stops.
"The ponies that never returned to the front- They most likely have been killed! If they catch us, they'll kill us-"
"Shhhhh!" Biscuit hissed interrupting Spur, who is growing more petrified at the minute. Biscuit puts his left forehoof over Spur's mouth to avoid detection. Meanwhile, Coco Pommel peaks her head over the rubble.
Ahead, Coco Pommel sees an unpainted pale-coloured steel tank that has 7 wheels and a track on each side, with the front and back wheels being different sizes compared to the 5 in the middle. It's armour has sloped angles at the front, the sides and back. On the back there's 2 holes which smoke comes out. On the back end of the sides are some cylinders. But it isn't the hull or tracks Coco Pommel looks at, but the turret. The turret is curved at the back and at the bottom of the front. On top, it has 2 hatches open, which made the turret look like the head of a mouse. On both sides of the turret has the number 188 in white, with a red star towards the front. But the concern is the person in black clothing wearing a black hat manning the machine gun, and of course the massive cannon the tank wields. The cannon has the same length as a fully grown stallion. The tank is facing the opposite direction, and it's turret is facing left.
The Soviet tank's cannon is directly pointing at an Equestrian-operated Panzer IV using a KW.K 40 L/43. It is escorted with 5 Royal Guards, all of them being unicorns, armed with spears.
"T-34-85!" One of the guards yelled.
All 5 throw their spears at the Soviet tank. The spears slides off the T-34-85. It didn't even leave a scratch. The unicorns use their magic, firing beams at the tank.
Ting! Ting ting! Ting! Ting!
All 5 beams of magic bounces off the Soviet tank. All the magic did was leave 5 burn marks.
BMF- DING! The Panzer IV fires it's cannon, but even having the side of the T-34-85, it's shell bounces off of the Soviet tank's sloped armour. It only chipped a small bit of metal off.
"Let's make a run for it, now!" Coco Pommel quietly hissed, lightly trotting near the T-34-85's rear unnoticed. Coco Pommel lifts her left forehoof up and waves, telling Spur and Biscuit it's safe to move.
Coco Pommel, Spur and Biscuit hides in a destroyed alleyway, where there is a massive green wheely bin with a black lid, which they clime into and hide. The bin has a rug, which the 3 as well as Bloofy hide underneath.
BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT! BRTRT!
The Soviet using the machine gun on top of the T-34-85 shoots at the guards escorting their Panzer IV. They scream as they get ripped apart by the machine gun, bullets piercing through their front and rips out from the back of them, with blood as well as bits of flesh flying out the exit wounds. The 5 Royal Guards drop dead on the ground, covered in bullet wounds, blood seeping out, running down the killed bodies and staining the ground. The bodies of the 5 fallen are left unrecognizable.
BMF- DING! The Panzer IV again fails to penetrate the T-34-85.
The Panzer IV tries to flank around, but the T-34-85 turns it's chassis, not letting the German-made tank get behind it.
BWOMPF! The powerful shell from the 85 mm cannon destroys the tracks of the Panzer IV, making it immobile.
BMF- DING! The Panzer IV fires another shell, but it again ricocheted off the Soviet tank.
BWOMPF- BANG! The T-34-85 fires it's much more powerful cannon at the Panzer IV straight at the turret. The turret of the Panzer IV flies off and a massive fire erupts where the turret was. The ponies in the Panzer IV are instantly incinerated.
The T-34-85 turns it's chassis back to where it was and continues moving in that direction, continuing it's path of bloody destruction. Now following them are 12 soldiers, all wearing pale brown uniform and black boots. Some are wearing ushankas with the Soviet emblem, pilot hats with the Soviet emblem on them, or wore dark green helmets with an outline of a red star on the front. Out of the 12, 3 are equipped with an SVT 40, the rest are equipped with a Mosin Nagant. While pointing their firearms ahead, they keep running close behind, following their T-34-85.
"URRRAAAAAAA!" They scream their warcry as they charge for a group a 3 unicorns of the Royal Guard. They shoot a few beams of magic, vaporizing 5 of the charging soldiers.
BWOMP! The T-34-85 fires its cannon at the 3 Royal Guards. They get flung up into the air while sliced open by the shell's shrapel. They fell down to the ground, barely conscious and unable to move, blood seeping out all over them. They are in a perfect line and the crew of the T-34-85 sees that. It runs over the bodies of the Royal Guard unicorns, crushing their bodies. It drives and runs over them as if they simply weren't there. They scream as their bodies gets severed by the tanks weight, the tracks of the tank running over them. Lots of blood is splattering everywhere, internal organs being instantly destroyed and massively staining the T-34-85's tracks. The tank meanwhile drives off to find more targets in the city.
POW! POW! POW!
While following their designated tank, one of the soldiers shows pity and puts the 3 unicorns out their misery. They shot 3 bullets, one each for the 3 heads, instantly ending their pain.
(Inside the bin)
"I'm scared..." Spur quivers and shakes uncontrollably. Biscuit shuffles closer to Spur and haves his right forehoof around the brown pegasus.
"All we just need to do is get to that bridge without being seen."
"Biscuit, I don't think that is helping all too much," Coco Pommel stated, as Spur shakes even more. Not even Bloofy or Biscuit can keep her calm.
"I- I want to wake up!"
"We'll get out of here, alive and well," Biscuit said firmly to Spur with the most reassuring voice he could muster. Even he has doubts they'll get out alive, because they could easily get caught. Even in the bin, a soldier will most likely come over and notice them getting out.
"The bridge is just a few buildings or so away from where we are. Once over that bridge, we can get away," Coco Pommel adds to the hope that escape is possible. She ever so slightly gets above the blanket to lift the lid, but a few soldiers came passing near them. She gasps and immediately drops down and getting back under the blanket. When the lid dropped back down, it made a banging noise.
"Я слышал еще несколько из них! Возьмите любого, кого найдете в плену!" A voice yelled in a different language from outside.
"Buck- Buck buck buck- Buck!" Coco Pommel curses several times.
The 3 shiver and bunches up in fear. They do not understand what they're saying, but they must've heard the lid closing. It could be a soldier ordering executions of found ponies, it could be anything they're saying. Fear runs through them, petrified of being caught.
From outside the bin, they hear several footsteps. It began to sound closer and closer. Then they hear that dreaded engine and clattering noise. It sounds like another tank is present in the area.
Meanwhile, the footsteps got closer and closer to the bin. They quietly squirm as their adrenaline rises out of dreadful fear.
"If any are hiding in this bin, come out and we won't kill you!" A soldier screamed in English.
The lid slowly opens which the 3 closed their eyes, keeping dead silent, praying that they don't look under the blanket. Then the soldiers who briefly opened the bin, closes it.
"Там нет пони, они, должно быть, прятались в этом мусорном ведре, но убежали," A soldier from outside said.
"Гоняться за несколькими бессмысленно, товарищ. Собираем остальные, что у нас есть, и загружаем их в грузовики," Another soldier replied back to the other one. They hear footsteps again, but this time they got quieter. Coco Pommel, Spur and Biscuit sigh of relief.
"We can't just stay in here, we'll eventually get found," Biscuit whispered. He got out from under the blanket and opens the lid. No Soviet soldiers are to be seen nearby.
"We gotta get moving, we can't stay here," Said Biscuit. He sees 2 options, wait and hope for the best, or make a run for it.
"He is right, we can't hide here forever," Coco Pommel agreed, also getting out from under the blanket.
"I- I don't know..." Spur hesitated. Then Bloofy jumps onto Biscuit and stares at the brown pegasus. Bloofy also agrees with Biscuit.
Spur gulps and leaps out of the bin, so did Coco Pommel and Biscuit. They ran the opposite direction they entered the alleyway. But the exit is blocked off by fallen rubble.
"Stop or you'll be shot!" They turn around and tremble, as 2 Soviet soldiers in their early 20's, wearing green helmets with a red star outline on the front. They are both equipped with Mosin Nagants and are pointing the mussle of their gun at Coco Pommel, Spur and Biscuit. The 3 are stunned, shaking in dread, quivering in fear, their eyes wide open.
"P- Ple- Please d- Don't hurt u- Us!" Coco Pommel begged with a high-toned shaky voice.
POW!
In sadistic humour, the soldier on the left raises their Mosin Nagant just above Coco Pommel's head and shoots. It made the 3 ponies jump, especially Coco Pommel. Bloofy is barely keeping their sanity together. Meanwhile, the 2 Soviet soldiers are laughing to each other.
"AH- EE... eeeee- EEE!" Coco Pommel felt a bullet travel through her mane. She looks away from the 2 soldiers.
POW!
The soldier on the right thought their comrade's humour is amusing and shoots through Coco Pommel's mane too.
"EEEEEE- EEEEEEH- HEEEEEE!" Coco Pommel is crying, her eyes are closed, her state reduced to a mortified wreck. Her whole body is shaking and quivering, utterly scared to death. The 2 soldiers find psychologically scaring the milky-coloured earth pony very funny and are still laughing, but suddenly stops and returns to yelling.
"Move forward or our next shot will kill!" The one on the right yelled, prodding the 3 petrified ponies with the muzzle of their Mosin Nagant. They are escorted to a crowd of 45 ponies of all ages out on the pot-holed bombed-out road littered with rubble and dead ponies, from the elderly to fillies. In the area, there's 56 Soviets, but judging by the difference in uniform, they aren't the one's fighting on the front line.
The 56 Soviets are all males and are wearing dark pale cyan green coloured coats with 4 buttons down the middle from the top of their collars at the front. On the left and right where their man boobs are is a pocket, which the flap at the top of the pockets have a gold button. Over their right shoulders is a leather strap that's attached to a leather belt that's around their waist, being attached to the left side of the belt. They have a leather pouch on the left and right that's connected to the belt that's around their waste, both containing having a Nagant Revolver. They are also wearing blue trousers, which are tucked into long black leather boots.
But what stood out between these Soviets and the Soviets soldiers is the hat they are wearing. These 56 Soviets are wearing a blue hat, with red around the bottom, and a shiny black cap at the front, going over their noses. In the middle at the front of the hat on the red ribbon around it, there's a ruby red star outlined in gold. In the star is a shiny gold yellow hammer and sickle.
Everypony is shaking, scared ice-still, chills of fear, tears of dread, mortified by the ruthlessness of the Soviets. They're horrified that the city of theirs that everypony had spent decades developing, only for all their hard work had been for nothing, fallen and destroyed within a single day.
"All of you, the young to the left, the old to the right," Said another Soviet with the blue hat on their head, but they are wearing a brown coat that is decorated with various medals. This one is a middle-aged white man, with a few wrinkles showing his age and has a thick long black mustache.
"I SAID YOUNG LEFT, OLD RIGHT! DO AS I SAY!" He angrily screams as he gets out his Nagant Revolver and with deadly precise aim, aims it towards a filly. Nopony wanted to move, all of them being scared stiff, petrified while quietly crying, keeping hooves crossed, hoping they get spared.
"FUCKING MOVE YOU PIECES OF SHITS!"
POW! POW! POW!
They all usher to their designated sides while the decorated Soviet continues shooting for the fillies.
POW! POW! POW! POW!
Out of pure ice cold blood, 7 fillies had been shot dead, their eyes popped out, tattered parts of their brains laying about near and on their heads. Around where the 7 now unrecognizable heads lay, there's a puddle of blood.
Around 13 adults and 5 fillies are on the left, 20 of the elderly on the right. Everypony screams and cries, especially those that are relatives of the ones that got killed in ice cold blood. But the decorated Soviet, the one that was shooting is having none of it.
"Quit fucking crying! SHUT UP!" He went to shoot, but his revolver is out of bullets. Quickly wanting to silence everypony, he gets out his spare Nagant Revolver in the right pocket of his coat and shoots.
POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!
Within just 5 ponies being shot, one of them being another filly, complete silence is achieved. Everypony stopped crying, sheer dread flowing throughout them, petrified to the core. They'd be flooding the whole area with tears if they were allowed to cry. Up against the walls the 4 shot ponies stood, there are 4 splattered blood stains. Their eyes had popped out of their sockets. Their heads had fallen to the ground, now surrounded by a pool of blood as well as parts of their blown-up brains.
One unicorn mare couldn't stop crying, who's yellow with a light and regular violet mane and tail. The decorated Soviet notices, he aims at their head with their Nagant Revolver.
POW!
Blood and massive chunks of their brain splatters out as the whole skull of that mare shatters from the way the bullet made contact, their eyes flung out of the sockets. The mare feel down to the ground, creating a massive pool of blood that's seeping out the exit wounds.
Coco Pommel, Spur and Biscuit are mortified. They huddle up together, barely keeping in the urge to cry.
"Товарищи, цельтесь в стариков," The decorated Soviet ordered, as 20 of the other Soviets take aim at with their Nagant Revolvers. Everypony closes their eyes, unable to look anymore.
"Open your eyes! OPEN THEM!" Everypony opened their eyes immediately in fear.
POW!
"Not quick enough." Pissed off, the decorated Soviet shoots at another random pony's head with their Nagant Revolver, their eyes popping out their sockets, blood and brains splattering out the exit wound and staining the wall they were up against. When they fell to the ground, the entrance wounds creates a pool of blood. He looks at the 20 Soviets who are pointing their Nagant's towards the elderly ponies. He then gives an order for those who took aim.
"ОГОНЬ!"
POW!
The 20 Soviets fire a single shot each. As they shot at the same time it sounded like only a single bullet was fired. But 20 bullets was fired, and with 20 bullets comes with 20 opening and exit wounds, 20 elderly splattered brains, 20 pairs of eyes popped out of their sockets, blood stains parts of the building that's behind their heads. The now dead elderly fell to the ground, creating 20 different pools of blood out the entrance wounds.
"Th- They ju- Did they just- F- For no reason, k-"
"Shh!" Biscuit hastily puts his left forehoof over Spur's mouth. The decorated Soviet glares at the brown pegasus and heads to her. Biscuit drops his left forehoof down.
"Kill for no reason?" The decorated Soviet hissed, everypony nearby dead still.
Spur remained silent in sheer dread. Coco Pommel and Biscuit remained silent in sheer dread.
"Luckily both revolvers are out, or you'd end up like the ones I shot," The decorated Soviet spat at Spur, making her flinch. He then looks at all his comrades.
"Отведите их к грузовикам," The decorated Soviet orders of his comrades. The Soviets, whilst pointing their Nagant's at the back of every pony's heads, starts herding them to 3 trucks like dogs herding sheep. On the way, one of the Soviets shot a random mare in the head, just for a mere tiny bit of reassurance that the ponies don't rebel, showing the ponies to do as their told.
But then Bloofy began to get stressed with all the noises and shouting. The purple furry creature ran into the middle of the pot-holed road and it's body became a growing blurry purple which the Soviets immediately notice. The next thing they're seeing is a massive purple tornado. In panic and poor discipline, the Soviets in the area ran about in panic. Everypony uses this as their opportunity to escape across the nearby bridge.
"You two! Run! I'll stay with Bloofy!" Coco Pommel and Biscuit listens to Spur and ran for the bridge.
Across the bridge, several ships made of steel as present, Liberty cargo ships, given to the Soviets by the US during the war. At the front of their big iron hulls of every present ship is a white flag with a red star on the left, a red hammer and sickle on the right, both of which are above a blue line that sits at the bottom of the flag. At the docks next to the bridge on the right as you come into the city, to the right as you leave, all of the docks has a Liberty cargo ship in them, unloading soldiers and tanks. There are also several small and long grey cyan coloured landing craft.
There is a landing craft that heads for the oxidized pony statue that is out in the middle of the river between the city and the landmass. Soviet soldiers hop off it and uses ladders to get to the top, securing the ladders to the statue with tough sturdy rope. One of the soldiers climbing up is holding the Soviet flag.
Once at the top, someone with a mallet and chisel makes a deep hole to secure the flag on. The Soviet soldier holding the flag then plants it down, the flagpole going into the newly made hole. The scarlet red flag with at the top left corner having a yellow hammer and sickle and the outline of a small yellow star above, is to be seen for miles around, the flag waving in the direction the wind is blowing.
Spur meanwhile scans all the surroundings around her and quickly grabs Bloofy, stopping her pet's tornado. She flies over the bridge as fast as she can. Waiting on the other side is Coco Pommel and Biscuit, waiting for the brown pegasus to link back up with them.
"Just run! Don't look back!" Coco Pommel screams and trots, Spur and Biscuit following close behind, Bloofy sitting on Spur's back.
They got breathless and stopped running after an hour of non-stop running, not because they're fit, because they're scared for their lives. But it doesn't matter now. They made it out of Manehattan alive and even in one piece, physically at least. Whether they got out in one piece psychologically is a whole other matter.
"Thank you, I would've lost my life without you two..." Coco Pommel gulps at how easily she could've got killed. Her bumping into Spur and Biscuit had saved her life.
"Don't thank us, thank Bloofy. We all would've died without Bloofy," Spur said whilst tightly hugging her pet, who has calmed down.
"Where do we head to now?" Biscuit asked.
"Westwards- Away from Manhattan..." Coco Pommel wept. She lived in Manehattan for a while and being forced out to avoid getting killed in the fighting breaks her heart. The 3 began making a trek westwards, Coco Pommel taking lead. Anywhere away from Manehattan is safe.
"We got to step up a camp, find some food, and we can continue tomorrow," Said Biscuit. The other 2 nodded. They could potentially be wondering for days. They notice a nearby tree, and a big one at that. It's leaves made the tree look like a mushroom.
Coco Pommel and Biscuit gathered any stones they could to set up a campfire away from the tree. They also grab some grass and fallen twigs on top of the stones. The 2 meanwhile start looking for some flint and a small bit of metal.
Spur meanwhile is breaking off any logs and twigs off the tree, as well as some leaves. She began making an upside down V-shaped shelter and uses the thick leaves as the roof. When Spur made it, she kicked it as hard as she could, but the shelter didn't budge, reassuring that this shelter is strong enough to shelter them from a potential storm.
(Night time)
Coco Pommel and Biscuit did eventually find a flint and a bit of metal. With it, Biscuit banged the flint and metal together and started up the campfire. In the meantime, Spur had set up 3 different shelters. Spur being a pegasus, she had been scanning the area for any potential food. She found 9 tender apples in the near vicinity of the camp. She brought them back, hovering down infront of the campfire. She places them down on the floor, which Coco Pommel and Biscuit grabs 3 apples. Spur only takes 2 apples, giving the remaining one to Bloofy.
"Again, thank you so much, both of you a- And Bloofy too," Coco Pommel is still shaken. Bloofy took notice of the earth pony mare and went to sit next to her. Spur is sat next to Biscuit. The brown pegasus mare closes her eyes and leans up against the red earth pony stallion. Spur done a lot of work setting up the shelters.
"How long have you been with each other?" Coco Pommel politely asked.
"For a while now, me and Spur have been together. When Germany tried to drag us into the war, and forced us to conscript stallions- Still living with parents at the time... my dad went to go to fight, and mother wanted me to help dad. I wasn't at age to be conscripted, but was at age to apply, but I didn't want to fight. Spur didn't want me to go either, and so... we escaped our homes in Appleloosa, taking everything we could with us, our saved up bits, Bloofy and the box, food, water- Everything. With Spur's help, I got a job in Manehattan in running a cookie shop, liked cookies for a long time, hence how I got my cutie mark. As I had a job considered 'important' as my field was to do with food production I was able to legally dodge the draft when I became old enough," Biscuit explained.
"Oh... it must've felt terrible, leaving everything behind..." Coco Pommel responded in a low tone, looking at the campfire with a depressed expression on her face.
"What did you used to do if you don't mind me asking, Coco Pommel?" Biscuit asked.
"I used to work for somepony called Suri Polomare... then after some time later on, I worked for Rarity- It was dress making I did," Coco Pommel politely replied.
It then began to rain. The fire got dimmer and weaker in the drops of water from above got heavier and stronger. Then the last drops of water from the clouds above puts the fire out.
"Spur done great work setting these shelters up. I'm gonna go to sleep, see you in the morning," Coco Pommel yawned, walking into her wooden shelter. When inside she collapsed and quickly falls asleep. The leaves acting as a roof blocked most of the rain, only letting little droplets through.
"Can I sleep with you?" Spur in a yawn requested of Biscuit. He nodded and walks to one of the 2 unoccupied shelters and lays down. Spur in a very tired state, walks like a zombie over to Biscuit. She lays down, closes her eyes and snuggles up close to him. Bloofy meanwhile sleeps in the only other unoccupied shelter, having all the space to themselves.
"Nice shelter, you made these very well," Biscuit quietly said, closing his eyes.
"Thanks Biscuit..." Spur quietly murmurs before fully falling asleep.
Thought having Spur and Biscuit making an appearance would be a nice surprise. We only seen them have a single episode each (Growing Up Is Hard To Do). I know they're background ponies, but I thought 'let's give them some more attention'.