>Be driving a first generation Subaru Impreza along a twisty road like a boss.
>Not even a Daewoo Espero.
>The Fiat 126p ended up in a ditch.
>Not vaping, because fuck that shit.
>tfw “impreza” means “party” in Polish
>Colin McRae would be proud.
>Beside you sits your favorite little fuzzball.
>You managed to convince her to try and go camping with you.
>Camping sucks ass, but you wanted to try doing it with her anyway.
>Glancing over to Starlight, you see her looking out the window with a somber expression, head propped up by one of her forelegs placed against the passenger door.
>After executing another glorious gear shift down a short straight, you reach over to her and rub one ear between your fingers.
>She turns her head to look at you with an amused smile, her other ear flopping down.
>”Can I help you with something?”
>You smile back at her.
“Already doing plenty.”
>You let go of her ear and look back at the road ahead.
>”How long till we get there?”
“We’re basically just around the corner. A minute or two, maybe.”
>You turn off onto a dirt road leading into a forest.
>Starlight looks up ahead also, as she finds some amusement in the now bouncy ride.
>Eventually you drive out of the woods and stop by a lake at the edge of the forest.
>You turn off the engine and Starlight hops out of the car.
>The two of you pause to take in the smell of a typical large body of water and enjoy the breeze.
>Nobody else seems to be around.
“Okay, first things first, we should get the…”
>A tent all set up is teleported right beside you.
>You try and probably fail to give Starlight a stern look.
>”What? You said you hate setting up tents.”
“That’s part of the fun.”
>She shakes her head like a disappointed parent would and walks over to the car’s trunk.
>”Do we need anything else right now?”
>You stand beside her and take out a shovel.
“It’d be nice if you could get us some sticks and rocks.”
>”On it.”
>You also grab a bundle of old newspapers, a bag of coals and go dig a shallow hole in the ground.
>Starlight comes back and levitates a bunch of wood and stones beside the hole.
>You set up the grand hole o’ fire.
>As you do that, Starlight trots into the lake.
>You occasionally look up towards her, smiling as you watch her play and soak in the cool water.
>You set up two folding chairs, those that are pretty much just three pipes with a bit of cloth to sit on, check the tent and light the fire.
>The sun is starting to set.
>Starlight walks back out of the lake. Her mane, tail and fur are dripping.
>One swift spell later, she’s all dry again.
>tfw no wet mare
>”Need help with anything?”
>She looks a lot more lively now.
>You take out a sack of potatoes and a roll of tin foil.
“We just need to wrap these up and put them in the fire.”
>She sits down on the empty chair beside you and you set out to work.
>”So… are we just eating potatoes?”
“Of course not.”
>You slam down two bottles of delicious, thick, white, chunky liquid.
>kefir.jpeg
>She keeps looking between you and the bottles, while you try to keep looking proud of something.
>You falter.
“Normally I’d also add some cooked bits of onion, but I’m afraid that’s far too extravagant for today.”
>You try giving her your best overly dramatic gesture.
>She rolls her eyes, but can’t help the smile creeping up onto her face.
>You walk over to the car and come back with an acoustic guitar and two jars of clear liquid.
“And while we wait, we can have some shine and pretend that either of us knows how to play this thing.”
>She takes one of the jars, you sit back down and start sipping.
>”Why do you have this thing anyway?”
>She points to the instrument.
“I tried getting into it a while ago. I think I still remember a few basic songs.”
>”Well then, go on. Impress me.”
>She jovially exclaims.
>You strum to whatever random chords you still remember, without much rhyme or reason.
>Starlight just sits in silence, occasionally taking a swig of her drink.
>This is getting awkward.
>You stop.
>She chuckles a little.
>”You have no sense of rhythm.”
“Want to try it?”
>”Sure. I used to play a little electric guitar ages ago.”
>She sets the jar aside and grabs the instrument.
>Starlight messes around with the guitar while you fish the food out of the fire.
>She lays the guitar down on the ground and levitates one of the potatoes and a bottle of magnificent kefir over to her.
>You eat.
>She always looks so cute while she eats.
>Night approaching, you finish up and put away everything, except for the shine.
>Feeling a little melancholy, you pull out a pipe and light it.
>”It doesn’t suit you.”
>You point the pipe at her.
“Now listen here little missy. I’ll smoke my pipe whenever I want.”
>She puts up a hoof to her muzzle and chuckles, before shaking her head, still smiling.
“I suppose it’s not for me. I just wanted an excuse to point it at someone.”
>You continue sitting by the fire, finishing your drinks as the night sets over the landscape.
>Finally you put out the fire, shove the jars in a bag and make your way towards the tent.
>There’s only one large sleeping bag.
>You do a mental fist pump.
>Starlight crawls into the bag first, as you zip up the tent.
>You wiggle your way inside next to her, wrap one arm around her midsection and use your free hand to play with her mane.
>She wraps her hooves around you and nuzzles her face into your neck.
>Camping’s not that bad.