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He gazed into her shimmering blue eyes, slowly tracing with his right from the base of her mane to the rim of her cutie mark. A spark ran through the young filly's body, first cold and jarring, then pleasantly warm. She shivered and squeaked, shooting her playmate an alarmed gaze, ears stiff and alert. The male blinked. "What's wrong? Did that hurt? I'm sorry!" "No!" The shout was piercing. The male felt dazed and a bit disoriented, and quickly drew away. The filly shook her head and took a moment to calm down. "No, I mean. I didn't mean to yell. It feels. Nice. Nopony touched me like that before." She turned her head for a moment to stare at a pillow. Her cheeks grew rosier and rosier by the moment. She turned back to the male. "Do it again!" He drew back again as if he had been kicked in the face. "Such a loud creature," he thought, "But exciting." He leaned close to the filly, hugged her, and stroked back on the edge of her megaphone cutie mark. The filly began to pant. #sketch #fic

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