;; tell me i won't feel a thing, jimmy.

[Wolfie]

As Jimmy had said before he wasn't sure where he would go after he left Desdemona, but he sure as hell didn't figure he'd end up here. He only even realized this was the infamous Allevare Mettono because it wreeked of semen and sweat as he curled up his nose and tried to ignore the scent of unfamiliar stallions. Jimmy was a horndog often and there was no denying that much ; but it wasn't even his intention to be here.

Since he was here though he figured he'd stay for the hell of it. His deep black pelt rippled under the sunlight of midday and the white shield-like marking on his face shimmered like white gold. He was a handsome stallion no doubt and it wouldn't be hard to pick up on a mare at all, and might as well have some fun. Somebody fuck me. He whispered with a rebellious smirk as he ventured through the land, swishing his long ebony tail against his thin hide.

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[bg=#EE9A4D] This place was not of solitary fashion or grace, and dearest Sorrows knew it as soon as she stepped foot in this forsaken place. Had she been watching the footpaths she was taking, there was little doubt she could have known where they lead, and in her current state this was a horribly wronged mistake. Of all the things she could have done with the weeks passing on this borderline spring, going to Allevare Mettono was without doubt the most foolish decision she was likely to make in the coming days. The spring winds caressed the edgings of her new pelt, the sun giving grace as her nostrils flared with the telltale smells that always lay clouded in this rank air, the entire breeding grounds smelling just as they should. The smell of stallions prowling was enough to put her on edge, her tail safely tucked as she made her way down the path that cut through the trees with apprehension. Ears flickering, they sought to catch any audios given off by other equines, though the silence was only disrupted by the occasional trill of a bird. The cirumstances which brought this Lady here could be boiled down to a wander's miscalculations as well as trails, the way one can become lost when drifting idly through the pretense of thought. Yet she might just have to pay for her carelessness today, the toll high for passing through the breeding grounds on a day such as this where not light in the slightest. She was not a foreigner to this place, for there had been days when she sought the company of another, though now that she was mature enough to be with foal, she preferred to keep herself from falling into the trap set by handsome stallions. She snorted at this thought, edging around another willow that sought to drape its branches over her back, sending chills as she picked her way through the daylight. If the stallions were as handsome as she wished, she might be farther tempted to indulge in such sins, though hardly where they worth the bother. Most of the suitors who wandered upon her where bachelors for more than a handful of reasons. Romance seemed to be a luxury that cleverly evaded the mare, as was the focus that most equines possession. She was a curious thing, as must were, though also cautious enough not to trek directly into the paths of danger. Sorrows paused for a moment in her stance, step frozen as her nostrils flared slightly, catching the scent of a stallion. Her pelt broke out with sweat as she dare not move for a moment, trying to allow her mind adequate time to work over what she was going to do. Why not indulge in a bit of conversation? Psh. Horses that traveled here where not interested in the idleness of chat. Ears flickered to catch any audios, though the roan herself did not so much as stir as the wind whipped and stirred the trees around her. The sound of her heart in her thought, nostrils flaring through the cool of this day.

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[Wolfie]

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[bg=#EE9A4D] The rolling of the breaths that the mare captured were not disrupted by the stance of the stag who then presented himself to her senses as though a king among the rebels, a star amongst the scoundrels and ravaging colts that usually occupied without grace. She regarded him for a moment, pale eyes scanning across the brilliant map of his flesh, the contrast of the ivory as it clashed against the ebony, shimmering in the afternoon sun and drawing as ink. The dipping of his head as a show of respect was new to the mare, making her nostrils flare with his scent, a deep inhale just for the reaction as she continued to observe the stag before her with the tinging lines of curiosity. The smile he gave was all the heartthrobs of misrule, golden to silver as though made of mare's dreams, enough for consideration as her heart continued to patter noisily against her bodice. The words, given with such grace from his mouth, made her give a small laugh, the eager twinkling of windchimes to music for they were exactly as she thought they would be, though she was not giving the humor at the expense of the giver of the sentence, more as a wonder to herself at the luck she seemed to possess. Once her eyes drew into his she felt herself the beginnings of a smile upon her face, though the guard she had taken did not drop in the slightest, the offering of a sort of peace at the mere mention of offering him her name. Must formalities always be pressed upon those who wish to be a gentlemen? 'Hello to you as well.' Her voice was an attempt to be light without being snide, the last airs of her laughter still present in the smooth voice she used, blinking slowly as though to clear her head as she continued to look directly into his smoldering eyes. Bad boy? 'Our Lady of Sorrows.' She gave her own calling with another small smile for offering, wondering how one could take something such as that without the pressing issues of reality. The branches continued to reach for her pelt, scrapping delicately across the skin, making another cold shiver race up her spine in the form of collected chills. Her nostrils flared once more, drinking in the afternoon as well as the stallion before her with a tad measure of wondering. She was not a mare to be toyed with, though there was something about the sun that was making her feel slightly different about this place now. Her whipchord swished in an elegant arc the ground, her petaled ears pricking delicately forward as she raised her head a fraction in waiting, still cautious of the world parting so swiftly around them with every gust of breeze between. The entire situation had a feel to it that made her excited as well as uneasy, her gaze bestowed upon the other for another shared moment before she felt as though she should look away. For a fractional moment she allowed them to sweep the surroundings, the cage of trees that braced their forms, before returning to the stallion with another sharp burst of interest. What was his calling, then? She wanted to know his story, for there was something in the way he carried himself that sparked her intent. Another, slower smile spread its way across her features, relaxing through her calm as though to remind of where this place was. Tell me what I wish to here then.

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[Wolfie]

Earlier he was slightly annoyed that he had ended up here, but now it was a blessing that he did. Though he had never truly met a mare he found unattractive, their were plenty of annoying whores who thought they apparently deserved more then he had to offer. But this mare seemed to not only tolerate him but also to play along with his little manners game. He smirked at her and drew closer so that his maw was directly next to her own. Oh, so your some revered Lady, then? He said this referring to her name, which seemed to hold some kind of new world of class. Names these days became more and more intricate with less and less meaning to him. Often he forgot names as soon as he heard them and referred to anyone as 'whatsername' or 'whatshisface'. The only name he held close was his own.

I myself happen to be a saint. Saint Jimmy. He laughed slightly after wards and backed so he could look at her right into her pale gaze fringed by light red lashes. There he went with his talking again. He could be a freaking preacher with how much he talked. Preaching about his values, but he had already done that. That particular chapter of his life was over and gone and now the only thing he was focused on was now, and this mare. Every delicate curve of her well constructed bodice, every moment beneath her rich crimson coat. He stood their and watched her with as much pleasure as he could sustain, like he had never met another mare before and never would again. Maybe later he'd snap into reality and grow up, but now he just wanted his fun. Breaking the rules and ruining trust was just what he did.

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[bg=#EE9A4D] The modeling of natures throughout the land to be set only hereafter by the examples of the fools where tolerated illiteracy. This so revered of a Lady blinked with relaxed motion as he spoke, the corners of her velveteen muzzle curving upward into a graceful arch of smile as the exchange was just as rewarding as one would expect. His boldness was not the matter of pride for this day, as though the crossing of the days would happen once more, the falling of trust that she would never give to the raucous and dogmatic stallion before her. Saint Jimmy, indeed, for a saint in his looks she shall hold, the way of his movements confident in his own appraisal of her flesh. Sorrows was in no way or form anything of a tease, her long tail flickering under the speculation as the smile forever imprinted only grew the longer his gaze last, the fea drinking in the small air of laughter he bestowed for her ears. What kindness it was that he look her in her eyes, something that made her ears flicker forth once more with the idleness of a consideration. In an elongated motion, she tilted her narrow head, the soft skin of her muzzle moving along the flesh of his jaw for the briefest of moments before she blinked at him once more with the pretense of another smile. Entertainment for more than this second, for this stallion was on a level that most could only drew, a superior air that was in no way feigned, but remarkably tangible to the equine nonetheless. She outlined with her eyes the patchwork patterns of his flesh, wondering to herself if this could be something like a game with a thousand and one consequences like the ones she had so marked before. Breathing him in, she took another step closer, wondering if it was the weather that was scorching her brain. Would she back out of this before it was the final time to decide? Were they just messing around with each other. Yes, she believed that they were, though for now all she wanted was to follow his lead. This was just a meeting, a greeting, nothing for stable or for light. And he was just too handsome to resist, now wasn't he? 'Saint Jimmy.' She rolled his name off her tongue easily, wondering how it would sound to him when it finally whispered through the breeze. She considered him through her pale eyes, framed by her sorrel lashes, which blinked methodically and slowly. 'A saint then. It is of little wonder, of course.' She breathed the sentence easily before brushing her eyes away from his form, casting another glance to the landscape in wonder to what game this would turn out to be. Another small graceful tilt of a smile, a step to the side as though to give him some space, watching the wind before sweeping her gaze back over him. Saint Jimmy. He had all the looks of an angel, the temperament of a rebel, everything that would make a mare swoon. Where did she stand with her sparkling eyes and pretty face? She laughed once more musically to herself, wondering if it was a curse on this isles that she was a filly. She had tempted others to follow her, though she had never been snared in a herd, never been claimed. She wanted to take the lead of his stag, if only for the shortest of days, the sharpest of nights. She didn't trust him, but who said she had to? Drawn as she was by his charm.

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[Wolfie]

The sun was at it's peak but no one could tell with the canopies reaching so far up. One thing good about this place was that it was covered in thick forestry and brush, making it private. Not that it mattered to Jimmy how private it was, but perhaps the secrecy comforted the mares. Either way it cooled the area which was probably a good thing seeing as streneous activity was always sure to follow.

He tingled at her feel and quickly made his own move, running his muzzle from the tip of her cheekbone to her shoulder, just lightly touching her pelt with his whiskers and the tip of his muzzle. He then rose his maw to the tip of her withers and rested there, breathing gently onto her ginger bodice. Each touch, each breath was electrifying and simple as the somewhat rushed courtship insued. What are my chances with you? He asked, glancing at her before moving his muzzle down the fine of her back and then stopping. He looked at her out of the corner of his pale eyes and smirked, knowing he didn't care much what she wanted. He was unsure if he'd still have his fun if he was denied, he wasn't much of a rapist, but who would rightfully deny such an angel faced saint?

He wondered to himself why such a pretty mare ended up here of all places, and she didn't seem like the whore type. Whatever the reason he had certainly gotten lucky about it. But would he see her again? His intentions in this was only one momento and them over with, just something to do, to keep him occupied, to remind him he wasn't some pansy and that he was rebellious and uncaring. Maybe after he got over this mild depression he'd be the Jimmy everyone knew and loved years ago. Catching up with the mares was number one on that list of redemption.

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[bg=#EE9A4D] As though with venom rested as a smile of gold, without the fruits of an idle resistance, more in the ways of the cat that got the crème. She lashed her tail once at the words that greeted as reply, a shiver passing along her pelt at the boldness of his advances though the only response that was given in initiative was the chiming of her laughter, for it was the confidence he aired that would lead to the acts which were unspeakable to some, the knowing his touch as he so carefully made his moves with the guiltless of care. Yet a question was a question, though the mare felt as though it in itself needed no answering with the way that the two were so eagerly drinking in the other counter of each other's presences. The advances would be taken as Sorrows appreciated them more than she would normally care to admit, not being the common whore as those whom she would project herself upon. The act had never been committed by herself, as though she was the one who should be claiming the title of Saint, snatching it along with the crowd from the king pressing his skin against hers. Yet it was the humors, the little trails of wit that drew her in more than his beauty. Why stick around to be raped by the slobbering mange of this isle when you have this so wonderful a rebel to do the deed with experience? She wished to laugh at herself, though the humor would have to kill her if the mind of it didn't do so first. 'You keep talking like that and I'd say that are looking up.' She blinked at him once more through the coating of her slate-grey eyes, with a smile upon her maw that made her feel raucous as well as eager toward the dogmatic issues of this male. Laughing as she might at this so clever a game he was playing, she wished from him to go on and continue so the remainder of the project could be taken before she must take to wandering again. Or if they happened to be discovered? The mare was as good as free bait without a herd, as she would be when she took to the wander once more once this little experiment had ran its course. Lightly, she pressed her muzzle to his side, lipping at the skin before giving it a playful nip, wondering to herself if fun was illegal in this situation? Who wrote the rules of a star-crossed romance? The eager planning as well as rushed courtship of two who sought nothing more than a bit of fun? Yet there seemed not to be many, and that suited the Lady just fine.

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[Wolfie]

This was all like novacaine, numbing his mind of the past he had left behind. It took away the nagging of his mind and soothed him as a whole. This was why he stayed so still, taking in the moment, draining everything until the only thing left was pressure. She took away the demons of him and put him in some new world, one much better then the one he walked every day. This new sensation was over whelming, just perfect for taking him away. With a smirk and a dancing look in his eyes, he headed her words.

If I fucking died right now, this would be a good way to have enjoyed my last moments.. He was talking more to himself then the mare, but he said it clear enough for her to hear. He laughed lightly after talking, a mischevious glint sparked in his gaze. He moved slowly towards the end of the mare, sloping his white muzzle against the smooth silk coat. Some preach lust as a sin but it was a fantastic one. He let his muzzle linger over the base of her tail before lowering it down to her hock and back up again, each little touch exciting and new. He breathed out heavily , before taking a long breath, taking in every droplit of her scent. He unsheathed slightly, getting anxious as every touch became more and more intimate. He was about to get a new notch in his bedpost, another title to his name.

If he got her pregnant it was not much of his concern. In fact it didn't even flit through his mind during all of this, at all.

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[bg=#EE9A4D] There was no apprehension as well as no baiting in the deepest accounts of this afternoon, only the singing of the wind through the trees as the stallion made her skin quiver with all the wronged sensations that she just couldn't get enough of. There was something in these ways, the gentle urgings or sweet little things that she knew he would not whisper to her, knowing he did not even need to offer the mare the world to get what he desired. Hell, she might as well admit she desired it too with all of the strokings as well as heat that was already flashing so mindlessly across her pelting, as though the mind did not need to command the body into action as the caressing continued. She raised the long strands of her tail, cocking it to the side as she recalled his words with a smile, wondering if she was to feel all that she had heard, the pain of lust was tangible, burning so brightly behind her eyes, and all at once there was no need for any more words in her heat as she present herself to him, with little wonder to why there was even a need to wait. The cool of the sunlight did little upon her autumn pelt other than freeze the crawling tremors that were already racking her with excitement, as though threatening to sweep her away, spirit her away with this charming rebel, the ideal lifestyle for the moment, though the fleeting of desire was something she so wished from her Saint. Her saint for the moment as he added the pressures of a timely romance. What more was there to deny? The sparks behind her eyes pressing as she closed her lids, knowing there was nothing for her to partake in for the dancing was starting to begin. Consequences were little, not too much for herself, for the pleasure eminating from the regions of her flanks, tucked so neatly yet revealed by her tail, was too much for her thoughts to even bother catching the lines. There was little point, for something as this deserved her full attention, the gentle numbings as she sighed with content. Nothing for her to say, just to feel, wondering at all the flutterings of her chest, knowing that this was the moment of lusting love that was so fleeting without care. Yet she did not care, she just wanted him to continue on with this game.

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[Wolfie]

Jimmy wasn't a novice, he had plenty of experience in this field. His every movement was one he had done over and over again before, trademarked in his brain. His gameplan was that of an experienced player, not a single movement flawed. He did this slow kind of touching and sniffing and within moments the mare surrendered to whatever he wanted, like he had injected them with some kind of poison. At this thought, he smiled, proud of his talent in the art of seduction. You'll never find another stallion like me, bitch. Soon enough he would be on top of more then his game. Standing directly behind her with his body pressed up against her hindquarters, he lingered his pale maw across her back, breathing slowly and sharply across her back.

Unsheathing completely he drew himself back to get himself ready to point and shoot. Finally after a moment of mental preperation on what he was about to acheive, he mounted the ginger mare. Though at first he did not enter, as much as he desperately wanted to. Instead he ran his muzzle against her neck and placing himself just outside her. Ready? You won't feel a thing dear. He laughed before entering finally, grunting as he positioned himself correctly. He rested his head for a moment beside her shoulder and just allowed himself to do his thing, thrusting lightly at first as the sensations overwhelmed him. Though he had done this times before he hadn't since he left his old herd atleast a year ago, so he took some time to get used to it all before quickening. As soon as he began truley working he jerked his head up and nipped down on her crest, pulling on her ginger tresses.

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