Well, that's definite confirmation that the pony has been trained a little bit, or perhaps was simply smarter then the average pony was. The idea of training an animal to do this...a small shiver passes through Rhianna as she continues to think about this. Normally she'd be forced to hold back but...didn't the painter's spell make her resistant to cold? Deciding to test it out she slips her hand inside her pants, keeping the leather glove on though, as she was curious how it would feel against her skin. Assuming the protection from cold remains, she begins to slowly stroke herself, sliding a leather clad finger between her lips, up along her clit and then back down, to slowly slip it inside her. A small moan escapes her, barely kept quiet so she doesn't give herself away...