The large hatch closed with a small squeak and hiss, swelling up into place and blocking out the cold, as the pegasus laid out the flattened cellist on the soft, squeaky floor of the carrier. Setting her saddlebags down over by the driver’s seat, a blush held firm on his cheeks as he turned attention back to the mare in the back of the vehicle. He let off a soft huff, giving his head a quick shake. “Come on, you can do this, it’s just puffkissing her back into shape is all. You’ve done it plenty of times with Minty before… nnh, she hopefully won’t object. No, come on, be reasonable, you aren’t Parchment. When she says she’s full, you stop puffing, simple as that. Yeah… come on, Twintails, you can do this…
 
It’s just Octavia, is all…”