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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 12:33:34 GMT -5
Heylo, babesss. Alrightee, you are Quixtant, yes? I shall be Sparrow then. Would you like to start?
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 28, 2008 14:18:07 GMT -5
Ok. ;D Just post with Sparrow first.
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 18:10:59 GMT -5
Sparrow stared deftly ahead, her mind elsewhere. An easy target standing in front of the thick forest, she remained frozen, unmoving, and undefensive. She shifted slightly and snorted, imagining what it would be like.... She knew very well she was in breeding lands. She peered around, submerging into reality again. She whinnied almost silently, wondering if there was anyone about. [/size][/color] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 28, 2008 18:42:45 GMT -5
Ebony pillars pounded on the mucky earth. The mud grumbled and sucked at his hooves. His nares flared, he smirked as he saw an essa alone. Quixtant trotted up to her. "Well well well. What do we have here? A little bitch all alone? Not for long."[/size] he smirked and ra his maw across her back. He was much taller than her, no trouble at all. His ivories nipped at her side, drawing the crimson he loved to see. The ebony nosed around her flank, and underneath her tail. His red ribbon poked out, and stroked her flower. He withdrew his muzzle ad went back to her face...[/color]
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 18:46:12 GMT -5
Sparrow jumped and drew in a sharp breath as he circled her, stamping her foot angrily.
"I am not in the mood for games, stag, leave me alone," she said sharply and coldly craning her neck to watch him. She felt under a lot of stress and accidentally released her scent, instantly regretting it. She stomped her back foot and tossed her banner in irritation, but remained deftly frozen to the spot. She wasn't going to run. [/size][/color] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 30, 2008 1:01:51 GMT -5
The ebony laughed. "Come on, bitch. I don't bit - haaard...."[/size] he circled her twice, and stopped again. "Curse me Quixtant, what is your cursing whore?"[/size] he hissed. He kicked her slightly in the back leg....[/color]
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 30, 2008 21:56:57 GMT -5
"And what does it matter to you, bastard?" she hissed, craning her neck out, her breath coming out in large puffs. She glared straight to the evil stag. Normally she would be fine with forcebreeding and rude stags. She just wasn't in the mood. She growled, actually frightening, her nostrils flaring, as a feminine snarl ripped from deep in her chest. [/size][/color] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 30, 2008 22:01:24 GMT -5
Quixtant laughed and nipped at her. "Now now little slut, come on. You know you wat it."[/size] he bit at her neck[], hard.[/color]
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 30, 2008 22:16:59 GMT -5
[color-orange]Sparrow winced and cried out in pain as his kisser came into violent contact with her neck. She craned it and winced as she looked at the crimson liquid flowing easily down her neck. She relaxed and took a deep breath. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad, after all. She looked up cunningly. She had lost her innocence before. Why not have sex again?
She looked up to the stag, taking another deep breath that resulted in a small puff of frosty fog.
"Yes, I do," she murmured, craning her muzzle to bite at his rump flirtily, tossing her banner out of the way and releasing her scent quickly and quite deliberately. [/size][/color] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Dec 1, 2008 19:11:12 GMT -5
The black's kissers turned into an evil smile. No doubt this bastard is a madman, a murdorer. He didn't flinch at the nip, but smirked evily as she cried out. His tool banged to be unsheathed when she released. He nipped at her side once for and mounted. He didn't unsheath yet, although the temptation to rape this mare was growing by the second. A wonderful temptation only Evil stallions would have, pure evil madmen. And he was one. A madman would only to treat vixen this badly. His ivories scraped against her flower, ribbon tracing the entrance. It worked it's way in, stroking her insides with it's delightful sandpapery structure. He smirked and mounted once more, waiting. He pulled on her dreads, so she wouldn't be able to possibly get away. His sword showed it's self, and he yanked her mane, sending him foward slightly. The tip poked in. With a dirty smile on his kissers, he dribbled as he traced her folds.He wanted to rape her so bad, the urge was getting unbearable. He sniffed, and waited for her actions....
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Dec 2, 2008 12:05:05 GMT -5
She flinched again as he bit her.
"Stag, I would love to cooperate with these games as I have many pleasureable tricks. But I will also be pleased to kick at you and leave if you continue harming me. I came here for pleasure and if you can give it to me, wonderful. But if you can't, I would be glad to remove your oppurtunities to ever have fun like this again, as your sword will be bent and damaged," she hissed. She would love pleasure as this, but did not come here to be bit and hurt. [/color][/size] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Dec 9, 2008 17:11:38 GMT -5
His velvet kissers parted as he let out cold laugh. "I'm afraid I don't know what possible damage you could do babe, but as you wish, I will stop. For now."[/size] his hellish, devil, ruby optics bored into her's. His gaze was threatning, evil and wicked. He plunged in and started moving at a very rapid pace, but stopped in mid plunge. "You will only be pleasured if you promise to stay in my lands until the foal is born. Then you leave, leave the foal there, we have foster-mothers for it. If you don't do as I say, you life, and flower are threatned dearly."[/size] he hissed in her audits. His words were serious, cold, harsh and threatning. The black tool stuck in her folds, waiting for her answer. It crawled like a snake, rubbing both, pleasure and pain points. His ivories clamped angerily in his jaws....[/color]
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Dec 12, 2008 20:06:32 GMT -5
Sparrow smirked.
"Not a problem, as long as no pain is involved for me. I guarantee I will only be a source of pleasure and happiness, as long as I am not hurt," she murmured. She smiled once more and began her first trick. She threw her head around at his side and licked his barrel upon her lightly before squeezing tightly and releasing his tool, creating a smooth and slippery massaging technique. She continued with this, getting faster and faster with her massaging. [/size][/color] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 5, 2009 19:40:19 GMT -5
The brute rested for a moment, enjoying the massage. "Understand my words babe. Your rank will be set as broodmare, you may choose to have offspring, but as soon as you have it, it's sent to a Babysitter. That is, of course, you want to be pained instead of pleasured. You will accept any offer from any studs in the herd, any stallion in my herd, colt or not, understand babe? Now, foal or pleasure this time?" he rubbed his sword over her back, and traced her flowers; poking the tip in her second hole before slamming into her. But he knew she would love this even more than the right hole, for it was more pleasure and pain. The stud removed his pulsating sword and slammed with great force back into her wrong flower. He knew she would scream his name in pleasure. She had too. All did. His tool was growing stiifer and larger by the second, but he held back as he inched himself from her rump and slamming so hard back into her forbid flower.Finally, he let his seman flow, humping still as it flowed all over her rump, running down her flowers and pleasuring her so madly...
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Jan 10, 2009 16:43:27 GMT -5
Sparrow smirked as he spoke her through this.
"I don't care, but I will enjoy it more with those that are," she paused, "experienced."
She grunted with pleasure as he continued, and then snorted as he thrust into her forbidden hole. All her boundaries went down, and she thrust back into him.
"Oooohhh..... Ooooh... Qui.... Quix..... Quixxtantt......" she murmured, closing her eyes as she began to pulsate more, and shivered with delight... [/size][/color] |
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