Thunder barely managed to yank the mare back before he started loosing himself onto the floor. Groaning as he sprayed, he had seen what Rainbow intended to do. Bucking his hips into empty air, Thunder gave Rainbow a loving look. "You… you wanted to paint yourself." He watched her blush and nod. "When we get back you can, I will even let you roll in that," he gestured to the mess on the polished wood floor, "and clean it with your mane."
My, my. Our naughty little Stripes!