>https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35823155/#35823255 

>Be anon
>Having a nice jog through the local park with Dashie.
>She's struggling with the instinct to use her wings because she doesn't want to get ahead of you.
>You're fast but not fast enough to get ahead of her, trailing back just a few feet.
>After running for a while you two hear the distinctive dinging of an ice cream cart manned by a single mare unicorn.
>Dash is panting at this point with her tongue flailing out of her mouth; Hot, parched, and sweaty, she's craving a cool treat to snack on and grabs your shirt with her wing and tugs you along toward the sweets.
>You two nearly crash into the cart, but manage to slow your momentum just enough to avoid a collision.
>Dash asks for a "pink snowball cone"(it tastes like cotton candy!) but realizes she doesn't have any bits on her.
>Seeing little bluefast all disappointed, you pick your pockets and find just enough bits for one cone.
>She smiles as the unicorn levitates the sweet treat to her and she holds it with her wing as she takes joyful licks of it.
>You spot a nearby bench and suggest you two take a break.
>Dash agrees.
>You spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the bench and sharing licks on the snowcone before heading home.