“And what are you doing to my brother?” Oh, that sounds like Sissy. I turned around, and there was my sister. She was undisguised in all of her glory. Despite the glares she was getting, several stallions were trying to get a look at her flanks and hips, like a bunch of weirdos. “Stinky, are you okay… why is your carapace dented?” She felt around my head for a while, before eying me closer. She slowly turned to the mare that was hitting me with a wooden board. The mare slowly realized what she was doing.