It is daddy's worst nightmare come true, his little filly is growing up and noticing colts... =^^=


Thomas heard stirring on the front porch, Thistle was back from school. A few louder clomps indicated she had been escorted, again. There was momentary silence and Thomas thought he heard the sound of retreating hooves. A few minutes passed, and Thistle did not enter the house. Thomas, curious opened the door to see what might be delaying his daughter.

"Th-Thistle what did he do to you!?!"

All of Thistle's valves were wide open and she sat there softly deflating with a completely moonstruck expression on her face. "Everything isss fine, daddy, jusssst, ffffine..." Somehow the little filly managed to stand o her wilting legs and floated to her room. "T think I need a little bit of a nap. Pleassssse wake me for sssupper?" Her rumpled tail gently closed the door to her room. Her legs held out just long enough for her to slide on top of her bed, and blissfully stare out the window at the beautiful spring day.

Thomas scanned the horizon from the porch, trying to spot any trace of the colt he would need to be keeping an eye on...