The huge stallion chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. "Well then," he began, then flashed a wide and dangerous looking grin. "Why don't I show you the way."
Lance's eyes widened, the stallion taking a step back as his flight instincts were already kicking in. His green eyes switched back and forth. "I... uh... w-well, that's nice of you, but..." he stammered, caught very much off guard.
"Oh no... I insist," the stallion said, giving Lance a light push that was more like a heavy shove.
Lance almost fell on his face, but the stallion straightened up again... though on legs that were visibly shaking. "Okay... yeah. This way..." Lance started to trot away, casting a last look over his shoulder to all the other rookies. A lot of them were looking at him, no doubt suspecting what was going to happen. For a split second Lance's eyes met Camo's, seeing that look of apology, reminding Lance he could have just gone with him.
The larger stallion then blocked off the sightline, his looming form filling Lance's vision. "Through this door, then just on the right," the stallion growled.
"T-thanks," Lance stammered meekly, seeing no choice but to do as was asked. He trotted along in front of the huge stallion, his hooves clopping against the tiled floor, though thwy were completely eclipsed by the larger stallion behind him. His slender almost girly flank shook back and forth which each step, and he could feel those eyes staring at him. This silent marching was killing him, making him feel like he was trotting towards an execution. "S-so, what's your name?"
The stallion behind let out a snort of laughter, the hot air from his muzzle washing over Lance's butt and making him squirm a little. "Corporal Bulldozer. I'm your superior in more than one way, Rookie," the stallion declared, then snorted again. "And right here."
Lance nodded his head, turning towards the door that clearly marked the bathrooms. He shivered, when the door pushed open and another stallion stepped out, still clasping his helmet on. "Oh, hey!" he called cheerily, then he saw Bulldozer. He snapped a quick salute, then gave you quite the look of pity.
"At ease, Brass. Get out of here," Bulldozer growled, and the stallion did just that, clearing off and leaving you with Bulldozer. The huge stallion pushed the door open with a hoof, poking his head in to check the coast was clear.
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