Canterlot might have been the height of sophistication in Equestria, but that didn’t mean its parties were interesting. In fact, one could say they were far more boring than anything that crazy pink pony could cook up in Ponyville, and far less entertaining than a bass-dropping, plot-shaking rave in the nightclubs of Manehattan.
But Canterlotian parties had their own charm to them, to those who frequented them at least. The calm, quiet drone of idle conversation and the elegant selection

You rolled awkwardly in your sleep when a deep chill rolled through your fur. You were satisfied for a moment till the wind tickled at your ear forcing a flick of your ear. The same chill spreading from your ears and cooling your head. You ground your teeth while scrunching into a tighter ball when the strongest gust yet fatly flowed through your fur and chilled you to your deepest core. Your ball tightened along with a powerful shivering that pulled you from what little sleep your mind has

Dusty belched
loudly, a mess of grey and orange fur spilling from her jaws and over
the ground as she trotted slowly towards a nearby cave. Each fall of
her hooves caused her even more massive than usual belly and rump to
shake, her entire form seemingly made out of jelly from how it shook
and bounced. She made it another few steps before a burst of hot and
stinking gas ripped from her tailhole, the stinking plume carrying
some feathers of a darker grey. "Still so hungry..." she
groane