(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Place du Casino, strapped to a carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Jimmy the coach driver, Snobby (NPC), Mistress.<br/><hr/><br/>I thought I recognised that other pony harnessed to the sulky, but not being allowed to speak made any form of communication difficult, and she was a little way down the parking lot from us. But when Mistress came out of the Casino, I immediately twigged, it was Poppy, one of her favourite trotters. That, sadly, I would never be. I was a shire horse, a big chested draft animal, and proud of that fact.<br/><br/>Mistress examined my companion and grew distinctly upset, accusing poor Jimmy of driving us like a a pair of Red Bulls...  Well, okay she said Ferrari, but my favourite had always been Webber, the Australian. I turned a chuckle into a snort as the advertising slogan for Red Bull came to mind. Poor Snobby could use a pair of wings right now. In fact, I don't think it was his driving, normally she was the stronger one. I worried in case maybe she was coming down with something.<br/><br/>Colic, they called it for us. For everyone else it was flu, but horses don't get flu, we get colic. Mistress seemed satisfied that Snobs was okay, though, and then turned her attention to me. I whinnied happily as she fondled me, and tried to nuzzle a sugar-lump or some other treat out of her. But Mistress was not one to be coerced by a huge pair of boobs, and merely promised me my usual reward for a hard day's work, but with the added bonus of an early afternoon break.<br/><br/>I whickered my thanks to her, and swished my tail about. I knew she loved to see me do that. And aside from feeling great in my arse, it also helped keep the flies away from my steadily dribbling sex. And then the wonderfully cruel cow fingered me. If I had been close before I was right on the edge now. I wiggled and stamped my hooves and shook my head vigorously, asking desperately for permission, but she didn't give it. instead she walked away, her sexy arse wiggling in those tight pants, and I let out an audible groan of frustration as soon as she was far enough away that she wouldn't hear.<br/><br/>We stood for a few more minutes, and then our next fare approached.