Induction

In the room next door, the bed linen lay strewn about the floor. In the bed itself, a yellow mare moved her sweat-drenched orange mane out of her eyes. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily, one forehoof between her legs rubbing softly at her swollen clit.

In the other hoof, the mare held a dildo which was slick with her juices. She lifted it to her lips and licked it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she savoured the taste of her own excitement.

The sounds from next door had stopped long ago, the occupants now drinking and chatting merrily. The yellow mare put the dildo to one side and sat up in her bed, sighing contentedly.

"Soarin is one lucky bastard." she sighed and dragged a forehoof down her face. "You were a fool to let him go, Spitfire."

Left with nothing but her hopes and dreams in the darkened room, Spitfire lay down and let sleep overtake her.