Re: Entrance of the Tea House
"Boyfriend," she drawled out, one eyebrow going up, way up. "It's definitely possible. And probable." Especially for him, the little Twinkie Delight.
Both eyebrows went up as she explained further. It wasn't that big of a deal to her, but she wasn't raised as a fucking nun either.
No help was going to come from her. With a sigh and a little stomp of her forehooves, she went to the nearest window low enough to see her reflection in, took a deep breath, and looked. No penis. Just a horn, nicely tapered at the end. "Huh," she said to her own reflection before turning back to boyo having a freak out. "Men think a lot of things, but it's not a license to rule the world anymore. No matter what they think. And this is a horn." She pointed to her forehead, legs bending in ways a normal horses wouldn't. "I'm horny." Giggle-snort. "I'm Horny." And that made her laugh so hard that her whole body bowed, her horn almost touching the floor.