"But I found you, that makes you my.....pet." The foal continued to try to push the resistant Sandy into her pink saddle bag
Sandy *eep'd* and grabbed onto the edge of her saddlebag. The fabric offered little purchase, and he could already feel his weak grip slipping. "But I'm a pony! When have you ever heard of a pony as a pet?"
I'm developing a game. Let's see what happens! Complex.