Twilight blushed the slightest bit, pushing the poor mouse around with his soft tongue and collecting the taste of his lovely body. Before he could make any noticable squeeks, Twilight swallowed. The mouse traveled slowly down his tight throat, the pulsing muscles gently massaging him as he traveled downwards. The mouse soon landed in Twilight's stomach, a prison that Frost would probably not hear him from. Twilight only held the slightest guilt on his face as he sat there, watching Frost as she looked around.