Horse Word Depository

"Nooo, Luna, it's my turn." The little white one with wicked pink mane took the empty teacup from her sister and raised it to my lips. The smaller filly pouted.

"Tia," she warned clearly annoyed.

"How's that, mr snuggle face?" Again, I try to move to speak, but to no avail. The fake teatime was a sort of torture it seemed.

"I know, isn't it great?" She smiled sweetly, and the cup floated back down to the table. My body was just as motionless as before.

Luna took my arm in a hoof and held it close, pressing her face against me. Not without sensation, it did feel nice.

Moments like this almost made me glad I made the deal after all.