[There's a great view when he bends down to drink. Yes from a lake. What's a pony supposed to use, a water fountain? He shakes off drips when he raises his head.]
And that's not true, I've explained scars to you before.
[A less than subtle invitation to frolic race him. She's made this crack about him being slow twice now, maybe she should put her hooves where her mouth is.]
[She's enjoying it, a lot, and she doesn't particularly want to be reminded of the lack. She clicks her teeth at him, not quite sulking, but her tail swishes irritably.]
[A cheating cheater who cheats. She isn't surprised at all, and there's nothing to do now but outstrip him. Although there's no one out here counting noses, so what does it really matter.
She'd have settled for two legs, but four is pretty nice.]
[Four legs is a miracle of coordination, something thankfully inherent to the curse, presumably to stop the city's residents skidding around like shoddy ice dancers. And Chase hasn't tested them out yet, but it's no surprise to find he is fast. His main undoing being the need to glance back too often to check the competition.]
[She's almost waiting for him to run headlong into a tree every time he looks back at her. That would be pretty entertaining. Although with their size and speed would probably end up in an injury, if not sprawling flailing legs. She'd be lucky if she didn't trip of him and end up impaled on that ridiculously little horn sticking off his skull. It's dangerous being a brightly colored pony.
She coos a few playful insults after him, although clearly she can no longer claim he is a pokey pony.]
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[He tilts his head up and neighs before trotting down the path towards the lake, kicking up dust.]
It's one way to lose your virginity.
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[Seriously, Chase, like she's not going to now stalk you the rest of the day so she can stare at your ass.]
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[There's a great view when he bends down to drink. Yes from a lake. What's a pony supposed to use, a water fountain? He shakes off drips when he raises his head.]
And that's not true, I've explained scars to you before.
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[The real answer is that he hasn't spent enough time in her bed for her to examine them. She hadn't gotten as far as curious yet.]
But I'll remember they're all women, from now on.
[Female drop bear? Didn't account for that one, now did you, Carla.]
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[So yes, Carla, all women, from those little cigarette burns in the crook of his elbow to the ragged lines that make him a slightly less pretty pony.
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You're not quick at all.
[A less than subtle invitation to
frolicrace him. She's made this crack about him being slow twice now, maybe she should put her hooves where her mouth is.]♡ ponies ponies ponies
[He huffs and nudges back.]
Some people might say four's overcompensating.
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And?
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[Of course he's up for racing. Also, cheating.]
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She'd have settled for two legs, but four is pretty nice.]
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She coos a few playful insults after him, although clearly she can no longer claim he is a pokey pony.]