Author's Note

[F/m]
Characters: [Flitter] [Pipsqueak] [Rumble]

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Flitter had her eyes closed, just for a moment, to enjoy the warmth of the sun on her eyelids. Soaking into her skin, the summer heat left her feeling languid, spread out in the soft grass of the fields just outside Ponyville.

Her little wards didn’t seem as affected, she noted, laying her cheek on her forelegs as she watched Rumble and Pipsqueak play. Like true little stallions, they ran, rushing back and forth like drunk rabbits before bowling into each other for a few quick seconds of rough-housing, sending shredded grass flying everywhere. They were at it again moments later, Rumble chasing Pipsqueak, Pipsqueak chasing Rumble, all accompanied by the sound of youthful laughter.

Flitter blinked: Had she just...

Yes, there it was again, she saw it as Rumble flashed by, chasing Pipsqueak’s stiff, bouncy brush of a tail. Unselfconscious and unaware of the implications, the tiny pegasus stallion was fully erect, the adorable length of his stallionhood bouncing with every step, jiggling as he flashed through zigs and zags.

Flitter couldn’t hold back a little laugh at the sight of the colts as they switched again, too absorbed in their game, simply enjoying the freedom of running wild while Rumble’s jutting length slapped his belly in rapidfire rhythms.

Suddenly the dark pegasus skidded to a halt, eyes wide, gaze distant, legs stiff. With a few quick twitches of his hips he added a few droplets of his own dew to the grass and sank to his belly with a stunned smile.

That’s when Pipsqueak bowled into him.

Further attempts by the little earthpony to entice Rumble into more wrestling proved futile, tugging and pulling until the smaller colt gave up and began the short trek back to his babysitter.

“Flitter, Rumble’s too tired to play anymore,” Pipsqueak complained as he squirmed his way into the comfortable spot between Flitter’s forelegs and her cheek. “How ‘bout we wrestle?” Rolling over on his back, he began his first attempt at a leg-lock on Flitter’s face.