Like that stud George from a few nights ago. Unf, that was a right and proper rutting he'd given her. Had her worn out but still desperately thirsty for more, which in itself was pretty hot. And although he had the look of a lecher, he'd been a gentlecolt about it, both before and after. The next time Bitsmount traveled to Canterlot, she would make sure to check if Mister Mustang was in town with his entourage.