“Friends?” Aphid let out a laugh, the pegasus shrinking down in her spot. “With a pony? Ha! Growly, listen here,” she placed a foreleg over his shoulder, the biped still unmoving. “You see, ponies are just food for changelings. Kind of like you, except that you’re more than twice as large as a changeling and scare most of the others.” She paused to nuzzle him. “But me and Burrow know that you’re just a big softie.”