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Post by L Y N X ! on May 15, 2009 16:23:24 GMT -5
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The small mare flashed a small grin, ears going back on the crest of her tiara [head] mischeviously. Her muzzle brushed against the stallion's neck as she turned, whispering "I'm glad to hear that, too, Jaston." He was hiding his thoughts from being read, but she did not mind. "Maybe to your liking or not, there shall be no foal no matter what your effort. But does that matter?" The vixen flicked her ears and nudged the stallion on the side with her muzzle, circling him once before pausing.
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Post by marchingmello on May 16, 2009 13:54:03 GMT -5
Jaston stood still as she nudged him, very much enjoying the way this conversation was going. No foal sounds good to me, it allows us to have more fun. Once she stopped circling him he started, walking close enough so his body rubbed up against hers. So when do you want to begin? He would wait for her permission than the fun could begin. He stopped circling at her rump and waited.
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Post by L Y N X ! on May 16, 2009 17:40:29 GMT -5
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Angel flared her nostrils, bobbing her tiara lightly. "It indeed does," she replied softly, ears flicking as he paused by her rump. Her silver banner stroked across his chest with a gentle flick. She took one step back towards him, giving him permission. Her bodice tensed, preparing for the weight that was surely going to be much more than her own.
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Post by marchingmello on May 17, 2009 17:57:01 GMT -5
Jaston almost lost all control as her tail flicked across his chest. With a deep moan his tool slid down and he reared up and settled on her back. Wrapping his daggers tightly around her bodice he wiggled up so he was in a better position. He laid his head down and started to nibble on her neck. He rested his tool on her and teased her, but also waiting to be sure she really wanted it.
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Post by L Y N X ! on May 17, 2009 18:32:11 GMT -5
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The arabian swayed under the stallion's weight, though she was prepaired for it. She shivered as he began gently knawing on her neck, and the touch of his tool made her whuffle softly. She took one step back into the stallion's body, her nostrils flaring and her heart fluttering.
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Post by marchingmello on May 18, 2009 17:16:11 GMT -5
Jaston heard her make a little noise and momentarily thought he had hurt her. Than she took a step into him and he knew he could begin. He thrust his tool into her trying to take it slow, to not hurt her. He began to rock back a forth lightly savoring the feel of her beneath him. Breathlessly he opened his maw to speak I don't know how you like it, so tell me if I am being to hard.
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Post by L Y N X ! on May 21, 2009 15:56:56 GMT -5
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Angel flicked her ears, being rocked along with Jaston, goosebumps on her hide. She nodded slowly to the stallion, grunting a little. "A-alright," she stammered back, shuffling her hooves from under them both, though not enough to make Jaston lose his balance and fall.
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Post by marchingmello on May 23, 2009 12:09:42 GMT -5
Jaston heard her grunts and began to rock a little faster. His instincts were taking over. He felt her move underneath him, and slightly tightened his grip on her barrel. He hoped she was enjoying this as much as he was. He grunted and moaned as he pushed in deeper, trying to maintain some control but it was hard, he closed his eyes and nibbled her neck as his tool explored her and went even deeper. He knew that very soon he would lose all control, than poor Angel will hate him, cause he didn't think she enjoyed this as much as he did.
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