The first hour was spent draining the punchbowl, consuming the snacks, and getting to know the new people.It was a spring evening, and as we took seat... on the floor of the crowded living room, I noted that the standard dress was cut-offs, sneakers, and T-shirts. I also noted that I was the only guy without a girl sitting in front of me. Maxine and Claire were on the other side of the circle with Claire leaning back against Maxine. Tommy was missing, probably going through one of the girls'. “Yes.” There was a paused as she squatted next to her daughter and stared in equal fascination. “Interesting … how interesting …” And, after another prolonged period of quiet between them, “how interesting”.“Stop saying that … what is so interesting?”“They are all mating. A pack doesn’t normally do that, only dominant male and female should be mating. Daughter, this is unusual. This pack is behaving unusually … accepting a human into their pack, open mating among them, and it might even. It was Valentine’s Day. If you haven’t noticed yet, being alone on every Valentine’s Day since birth has a negative effect on one’s positive attitude. This being the case in my particular situation, I didn’t have the most optimistic outlook regarding my romantic life or life in general.I stared into the colorless space of the full cafeteria, hoping a false figment would appear to brighten me up. I clenched my eyes shut hard for a few seconds, wondering if when I opened them, I would see. Cinderella was brown all over, while the colt was black as night, with white stockings. Bob was elated at the appearance of the young one. Mandy stood, already dumbfounded by watching something so large come out of a place that was so small. In the process she wondered how human women could possibly pass something as big as a baby’s head through their vagina. It was impossible! And yet, Cinderella made no noises of complaint and the little foal struggled its way out of her body.Bob helped,.