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// Stinger 1 
// Story: A Matter of Pride and Honor 
// by bahatumay 
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	Clean Sweep inhaled, held it, and slowly exhaled. Oh, this was a terrible idea! Why had she even agreed to this? “For Soarin,” she reminded herself quietly as she adjusted her little green hat. Taking another deep breath to steel herself, and then another, she closed her eyes, swallowed her nervousness, and pushed open the closet door and emerged, hoping she was emanating more confidence than she felt. She tipped her hat and stuck a hoof behind one of her green suspenders. “Hi there!” she announced cheerfully, her voice only shaking the tiniest bit. “I'm Strawberry Filly!” She slowly turned around, under the loose guise of showing off her outfit; but the real Strawberry Filly probably wouldn't have been making sure that her tail was shifted to one side ever so slightly, not enough to expose but definitely enough to tease. 

When she'd finished spinning, she glanced up at Soarin to see his reaction. 

He was staring, unblinking and slack-jawed at her. He slowly licked his lips. And, judging by the impressive span of his wings and the new sizable bulge in the blanket, he was appreciating the show.

A new surge of confidence coursed through her, and she trotted forward, now swishing her tail. Slowly, deliberately, she climbed onto the bed. “There's something I've been needing help with,” she said. She leaned forward and, gently, with her teeth, pulled the blanket away. Her eyes widened, but she quickly got back into character. “And I need a big, strong stallion to do it. Can you help me, Strawberry Buddy?”

Soarin nodded, quickly and eagerly. 

She slowly  turned around and bent over. “I need some help… putting cream on my strawberries. Do you think you cou-? Ahh! Ngh~! Soarin, you're… hah… mmhm… don't stop! Don't stop! Soarin, make me your Strawberry Mare!”