You suddenly notice a disturbance in stroking her fur: a small bump under her hair. You graze over it again to narrow down the spot in her perfectly hued sea of fur. It was really small and if it was anything other than your sensitive fingertips brushing her you would’ve easily missed it. After isolating the spot you carefully spread her fur apart. Naked white skin stares back at you. It was a bit unusual seeing that color on her. Pegasi only shed hair or feathers when molting, and you hadn’t known Dash long enough to experience that. Her blue fuzz so evenly covered her that you almost forgot it was fur at times. But there it was, white skin at your fingertips, plain as day. 