Like moths drawn to a flame, the boys flocked to her the moment that she made herself available to them and she did not bother to stifle the smug smile that curled lazily across her lips. She had been silly to ever doubt her own desirability. Either that, or the Lagoonies had truly grown desperate. It did not even matter that the first to approach was a colt, hardly older than her own beautiful Fuego. He was only here to be her plaything, and even if he was the only one to come out and play today, even he should be enough to make Fiero's jealous little heart rumble.

Coyly, the little spanish mare tilted her head just so and smiled at the young stallion, despite her own amusement. She would humor him for now, even if she felt ridiculous for doing so. Switch took a dainty half step forward as if in supplication, bringing her nearly within touching distance of the red-gold boy. In truth, the show had next to nothing to do with the colt and almost everything to do with the eyes that would soon find them from the shadows.

"So bold, pollitolittle man." She laughs softly, her amusement dancing in the depthless darkness of her brown eyes. "How do you propose to lay claim to something that is not yours to have?"

Switch stretches her muzzle forward toward the young stallion as if to exchange breaths. She pulled away suddenly before making contact and angled her entire lithe body toward the incoming stallion instead. This stallion was closer to her age and clearly in his prime already with none of the awkward angles of youth. Confidence glimmered in his exotically lined blue eyes and she could practically feel the sex appeal that radiated off of him.

He was no Fiero, that was for certain... but she could admit he had a certain charm.

Switch watched him approach with a self-assured smile, even though the spotted man nearly towered over her petite figure by a full hand. She had not necessarily counted on playing two pendejos against each other, but she imagined it could be its own source of fun. She curls appreciatively towards him, arching the feminine lines of her body in such a way as to accentuate each perfect inch of her form. Déjalo mirarLet him look, she thought. Alguien debería hacerlo.Someone ought to.

The painted stallion speaks and she hmms delightedly in response, her thick tail flicking across her haunches in pleasure. She did not know this man, but he seemed to be up for a little game of cat and mouse. As he speaks, her gaze dances back to the reddish boy to read his reaction. Would he behave like most young studs and get defensive over a potential threat to his perceived prize, or would he double down and claim ownership over her?

"One of you?" She asks wickedly, her throaty laughter of only a moment ago still dying down. She sashays forward to slip between them, her voice still quivering with amusement despite the deep accent. She moves slowly, pooling between them with languid confidence and skimming her charcoal muzzle a bare inch above their coats in turn. "Do you mean to tell me you cannot tell the difference between a lady and a man?" The last word is hard, if only because she accentuates it with an attempted nip of the tender flesh above the mature stallion's flank.

With a flick of her tail, designed to cascade around their knees, she continues forward. This time she hugs close to the young colt, brushing her glittering hide against his own. She circles until Chronos is between her and the loudly painted stranger. With a playful grin, she pops her head halfway over the red boy's back and favors the painted stallion with more words. "Surely you've figured out the basics, cabrón,playboy." Grinning wickedly she reaches out to tug playfully at the unnamed red boy's mane. Winking at the spotted stallion, she finishes her taunting of them both. "I'm sure our nenebaby boy here could explain it... if you're still confused, beautiful."

MARE | PASO FINO | BLACK | 14.3 HANDS | LAGOON | LOVEINSPIRED