Icy followed the stretches slowly, clumsily at first. Before long though, she found her rhythm and was following Fox's movement quite easily.
Sliverpine let out a soft whinny of pleasure as Gear rubbed his neck. He made a face as Gear's stomach growled. "Nature. Always interrupting at the best possible time," he said dryly. He gave her one final lick and gently pushed the filly off. The orange colt got up to his feet and held out a hoof to help Gear up as well.