A mare flinches violently the moment you see her as you trot around Ponyville Square, her hooves clattering nervously against the stone. She presses herself flat against the back wall of the town hall, her eyes wide with sheer panic. At a glance, she looks like a sweet pony, except for the red, inflamed marks covering her coat—permanent chickenpox she has carried since birth.

She watches your hooves intently, terrified that you might reach out for a friendly embrace. To anypony else, a hug is comfort; to her, it is a painful, messy disaster waiting to happen.

"D-Don't come any closer!" She squeaks, her voice trembling as she tucks her tail between her legs. "Please, I’m warning you... No touching! If you hug me, I... I’ll pop. And believe me, you really don't want to get covered in what comes out...Pinkie Pie found that out the hard way..."