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Post by Vel on Jan 12, 2009 17:20:20 GMT -5
Masquerade was glad that she was enjoying herself. He then pulled out and pushed back in, releasing a load of seed this time. He let out a snort and dismounted, figuring that that would be enough for now. He shook his slighlty sweaty pelt and began to nudge Jeannie's folds with his powerful maw.
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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 24, 2009 11:08:41 GMT -5
A groan filled the air as he released, "Yeah baby..." she groaned. She shook her pelt once before happily prancing over and putting her head underneath him. Without second thoughts, she swallowed his tool, sucking hard. Her soft ribbon licking off the milky white liquide. Sucking harder, she ran her ribbon over the tip. A grunt escaped as he nosed her folds. She backed up to him a little and swallowed his tool again, sucking...[/color]
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Post by Vel on Jan 24, 2009 11:19:58 GMT -5
Masquerade let out a whicker. How good this felt! He snorted and blew air into her folds. His tool stiffened as she sucked on it. He was quite surprised to find that she could fit the whole thing in her mouth.
Masquerade's pink ribbon soon began to work on Jeannie's folds, darting in and out, slowly dragging across the top.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 3, 2009 20:30:24 GMT -5
The mare grunted, sucking harder. His tool stiffened. As he started to work her folds, she groaned quietly. I guess we can end it in a few more posts and then talk.??
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Post by Vel on Feb 9, 2009 18:41:02 GMT -5
After thrity minutes of pleasure on another, Masquerade stopped. He turned to face Jeannie, his tool returning to its normal position. He let out a whuffle and began to walk off.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 9, 2009 19:03:15 GMT -5
The vixen returned the whuffle with nuzzle. "Masquerade, what's happened to us? Your gonna leve me, aren't you? For that other mare. Your going to Tera de Rocas for her, aren't you? Or is it the white one?" she asked him. She retreated to the other side of the cave. "You know Quixtant will have your neck if he catches you in the breeding grounds again. And what about Champagne and Jigsaw? Your just going to leave them?" she asked. She sighed, looking down at the white puddle the floor. She covered it up with dirt.
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Post by Vel on Feb 9, 2009 20:07:29 GMT -5
Masquerade looked at her as she spoke. He never actually thought of them as a 'them'. He always thought of her like any other vixen. Not that they weren't special, he just saw them all the same. In fact he liked others more than her. Rosabella had to be his first, but he had let her go for her own good, and his. Then there was atremis. He loved the little white vixen. And then Jeannie cam and then all the countless others he had had foals with. From what he figured he hade more than fifteen offspring out there somewhere. To answer Jeannie's question he replied "I'm not going anywhere." He didn't know if that was true through.
He flicked his banner and walked closer to Jeannie as she started talking again. "I never actually planned staying with them." he replied quietly.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 11, 2009 16:56:29 GMT -5
The vixen flinched, cowering backwards as if his words had just bit her like a Poisonous sname. "I thought that. Do as you wish. I'm tired of this. Trying to keep a sick bastard like you around is like trying to get a fly in vinager. Do as you wish, but I'm still gonna let them see you. No matter what. Even if your in a different herd, island, anything. They're gonna see you. I won't let them grow up like I did." she shrugged. "I'm tired of this, completly done. If your not gonna stay around, go join that whore in Rocas. I'm not stopping you." she looked up, optics were emotionless. [/color]
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Post by Vel on Feb 11, 2009 20:34:33 GMT -5
Masquerade listened ot her words before turning to leave. "Why would I leave for rocas Jeannie? They are a neutral group, plus if I wanna see a 'little whore' I just have to find you." with that said, he walked out of the cave and went to go find a good grazing spot. He really didn't care that he had to see his foals, it was just that he didn't want to be with them twenty four seven.
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