[open] They always wanna come but they never want to leave.

[Swinger]

She emerges from thick brush, with her golden coat shimmering in the hot sun. Green orbs set on the trio before her, all attractive but one her true love, she could feel it. Swishing her tail to rid of pesky flies, Swinger moves swiftly to her love's aid, her teeth barred at the bossy stallion, "leave this fair maiden alone," her voice is strong, "she is my true love, I can feel it."

Moving to the pearly hued mare, Swinger nestles her head in the dish of the cremello mare's chest, "don't knock it until you try it," her heart fluttering with lust. "I have heard so much of you, all the stallions have mentioned you weren't anything special, but seeing you now I know they are all wrong. You. Are. Perfect."