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Post by Vel on Jun 30, 2009 22:35:44 GMT -5
Ophelia
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Doesn't matter what you need to get you through your day
If you buy it or just sell it or just give it away
It's the same at the end of the day
Doesn't matter if you pray or if you stop prayin'
Some just standing in their head and they just want stop playin'
it's the same at the end of the day The beautiful chestnut dun vixen troted into the land. Ahh, Allevare Mottono. It was like a second home to her. She had been coming here ever since she was a young two year old filly, curious to know what was in this 'forbidden land' that her sire wouldn't let her near. Her dam could care less, she was dead. She had died a few months after Ophelia was born. Her father had a large herd and could never give her enough attention, so she found her own way in this life without any guidence from him. When she turned two she left him and first thing she did was came here, just to see what it was. She had had the time of her life when she figured it out and kept coming back, lamost daily, finding a new stag. She was thankful that she only ever had two foals in the five years that she had been coming here. One the first year, a colt, who was now probably off jacking mares of his own now, and a filly she had three years ago, who she saw in here every so often. The good thing was, she didn't give a damn about either of them. Well, a bit about her daughter, but that's just because they saw each other occasionally.
The fae snorted and flicked her liver chestnut banners as she halted by a nice little brook. This spot would do. She put her delicate maw to the ground and began to graze, lifting her tail up to release her scent every few minutes. Who would come to her today? She would pleasure any stag, no matter how old, how strong, position in life, they were all hers. She was queen of this land, never had a herd. If she did ever find a land. She raised her crown when she saw an ebony stag with a painted mare. She wandered over to him, but he shooed her away. To bad he didn't roll that way. She get with any stag, even if it was more than one, or if the stag already had a mare, then it was extra fun.
Ophelia huffed and walked back to her grazing spot, strecthing her pillars out. She would just have to look for someone single today. Hell, she could go through three today. Maybe she'd even join a herd if the stag would do her when ever she wanted, which was always. She would still come here though. The vix snorted and moved to stand in the water. It was awfully hot today. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 30, 2009 23:01:50 GMT -5
Aro [/color][/right][/font] sorrowless [/color][/font][/center] A palomino overo kiger trotted through the lands, looking for any mares to screw to plenish his herd. A chestnut came into his view, he called to her before going up to her. Her perfume clung to the area. The stallion's nostril's flared, he proceeded to introduce. 'ello miss, i'm aro. and such a lovely vix like you would be here for a reason?' his words darkening. . [/color][/blockquote][/font] Muse` Eh..
Insperation` Sorrow, Flyleaf
Character` Aro[/b][/font] |
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Post by Vel on Jun 30, 2009 23:28:45 GMT -5
Ophelia
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Doesn't matter if they care or if they don't care less
You've got your finger on the trigger of your favorite black dress
It's OK at the end of the day
The fae lifted her crown as a scent filled the air. It was that of a stag. A smile crpet up onto her maw. She didn't see him yet, but she knew that he was close. Over the years, Ophelia had developed a high sense of smell for the male equine. What would he look like today? A big, strong stud? An average, mellow stag? Or a skinny, older thing looking for someone to make him feel better? She always hoped it was the first options. The big, strong studs were always the most fun.
The vix's crown turned a bit as he came into veiw and called out to her before approaching. She flicked her tail a bit and left it c.ocked to the side ever so slightly, subtle yet quite obvious to what her intentions were. Her auds flicked as his sweet lyrics filled her auds. He was just what she was looking for. Not an ounce of fat on him, and he was filled out quite nicely with large muscles. Aro was his name. A short, but strong name she thought. "Aye." she replied with a bob of her crown. "I am here for ... reasons." she drew out as she stepped a bit closer to him. "And what are you doing here Aro? Don't you have a nice lot o' mares t'look o'er? I bet they're missin' ya." A seductive smile crept over her features as she came even closer to the stag. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 30, 2009 23:40:21 GMT -5
Aro [/color][/right][/font] we got thirsty hitch hikers [/color][/font][/center] The stag smiles, replying to her seductive words. 'you w ant some fun, vixen?' was his only reply, muzzle slowly tracing her flank till he reached her tail. He turned, his body behind the chestnut. The kiger inhaled her aroma before laying his cranium on her rump. 'ready for the time of your life?' . [/color][/blockquote][/font] Muse` Eh..
Insperation` Toby Keith
Character` Aro[/b][/font] |
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Post by Vel on Jul 1, 2009 0:01:51 GMT -5
Ophelia
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Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Did she want some fun? Did that stag just ask her if she wanted fun? Ophelia was about to make a snarky reply, but figured she would get what she wanted much sooner if she just replied sweetly to the obviously Dark stag "I'd say so." she said as he trailed his maw along her body. How many times had a stag done this same move to her this week already? She would have to say five, but maybe more. Maybe Aro would try something new with her, which would be pretty spectacular since she really had seen and done it all.
"How d'ya like to play Aro?" she asked him as she lifted her tail a little more and ran her maw down his back, to his barrel, and slightly touching his under belly. If he could give her the time of her life, she would stay with him forever. Every stag she had ever been with asked her the same exact question. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jul 2, 2009 8:07:41 GMT -5
Aro [/color][/right][/font] Aro smirked, ribbon darting in and out of her folds. He mounted her with one swift movement, silver daggers gripping securely on her barrel. Sheath prodding at her folds, he nipped at her crest. 'ready, bitch?' He didn't really need an answer. The stag thrusted into her folds, thrusts increasing. His thrusts became harder, as he bit down on her crest, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He let out a soft groan on her back as he released and dismounted. He cleaned her of his seed, and walked to her front, dangling his sword by her maw. 'clean.' [/color][/blockquote][/font] Muse` Eh..
Insperation` __
Character` Aro[/b][/font] |
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Post by Vel on Jul 2, 2009 12:43:09 GMT -5
Ophelia
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Doesn't matter if you're open or afraid to fall
All that matters is that you stay true to who you are
It's OK at the end of the day
The chestnut dun grinned as she felt the stag's pink irbbons slide over, in, and out of her delicate folds. She liked this Aro already. Not many stags would do that, well light ones at least. The Dark stallions were the ones that liked to play her game. Ophelia back her bodice up a bit so his wet ribbon went in her a little deeper. Ah, how good it felt. The vixen turned her crown when she felt him back away from her a bit. What was it now? Did he not like that? She rolled her optics and was about to turn around to face him until she felt him fling himself up onto her dainty frame. Good, he wasn't being a colt about the whole ordeal.
Once he positioned himself, Ophelia decided to do the same. She stretched her hind legs out, giving him more space. She shuffled her front legs apart to brace herself for the force that his thrusts would cause. She was pretty sure that he could thrust hard if he wanted to. She lifted her liver chestnut tail out of the way and released her scent, making her folds wet, for him.
She looked back when she heard him say 'ready bitch'. She smiled and said "Do your worst." Her smile increased when she felt his sword prodding her folds. Just put it in there already! Geez. she thought. Why did stags like to tease mares so much? It was then when she felt him go into her. She let out a whuffle and stood there as he became more violent. Ophelia liked the pain. She backed into him so every last inch of him was in her. Ah, felt good.
The vixen lowered her crown as she felt his ivories bite into the flesh of her crest. She thn felt a warm sensation running down one side of her boa. Blood. She whinnied and back up into him, moving him backward with her. Aro was now her favourite she decided and she would go with him to his herd. She would be his little bitch, and the little bitch of any other stallion in the land, or out of the land. Hell, she would be any stallion's bitch to do what he pleased with.
Ophelia grunted as he dismounted. Her head was still low, but she brought her hind legs back up underneath her to regain proper balance. She also squared up her front legs. She did keep her tail up, since blood and his seed was still dripping from her folds and running down her pillars. She blinked a few times when she heard him speak, telling her to clean him. Next thing she saw was his long sword being dangled right in front of her face. She smiled and said "My pleasure, stud." She let her soft, pink ribbon out and began stroking his wet sword with it. Pretty soon she was licking him quite vigorously and even taking some of him in her maw, wanting any last bit of his seed in her mouth.
When she was satisfied that he was cleaned, she quickly licked his rubbers and brought her head out from under him. She looekd at him with her chocolate orbs in a questioning manner, wondering what he would say next. Or he just may walk away like all the other stags. It didn't matter to her. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jul 10, 2009 14:37:17 GMT -5
Aro [/color][/right][/font] The stallion groaned as she cleaned him, releasing a little in her mouth. He moved away from her mouth, and mounted again. He thrusted hard into her folds again, removing his tool before he released and hurried to her front, releasing on her face. He strode back to her rump, cleaning her vulva hard/ [/color][/blockquote][/font] Muse` Eh..
Insperation` __
Character` Aro[/b][/font] |
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Post by Vel on Jul 15, 2009 13:46:58 GMT -5
Ophelia
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Doesn't matter if you're open or afraid to fall
All that matters is that you stay true to who you are
It's OK at the end of the day
The vixen smiled as she got the handsome stag to groan with pleasure. No stallion could resist it. Well at least she hadn't met one that could resist the urge to voice his pleasure, but hey, there was a first time for everything huh? Ophelia swallowed what he gave her, closing her eyes she let out a sigh.
Her orbs opened when she felt him pull his tool out of her mouth. Aww man, was it all over? With her head still low and her mouth open, she turned a bit to see him. Was he walking away? Her questions was dismissed when he quickly mounted her again. She let out a whinny and spread her legs as he thrust into her. He thrust hard enough that she felt a bit of blood pooling out of her.
He then pulled out just as he was about to release. She gave him an odd look until he quickly made his way over to her still low crown, stuck his tool back in her face, releasing himself all over her face and in her mouth. She smiled and grabbed his sword in her mouth again, sucking hard on him, even biting down a bit.
Aro then pulled out of her grasp once again as he made his way back to her rump. Only instead of mounting and thrusting her like he did the last two times, he nosed her fold and started cleaning them with brute force. She smiled and backed up a bit, trying to get his pink ribbon inside of her.
She swung her crown around, trying to reach his underside. She nosed his banner out of the way and tried to reach his prized possesion, but her boa wasn't long enough to let her reach. She huffed and settled for licking and nibbling on his large rubbers instead. She could easily reach them.
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