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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Jun 14, 2011 16:20:33 GMT -5
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spirit let a soft moan escape her lips as hannibal massaged down her back, getting closer and closer to her rump. one lat time. so bittersweet. she would miss all this terribly. as much as she wanted this to last forever, she knew it couldn't take too long, or hannibal's mate might wonder what happened to him. she felt hannibal's maw on her rump and her heart skipped a beat. she looked back at him and smiled. she was ready. she was more than ready, she could hardly wait. she needed him right now. she's always needed him. she swallowed a lump in her throat as she thought about life without him being hers. she shoved that thought aside as she waited for him.
she hoped this time it was successful, the mating and birthing. she loved foals. they were so sweet, so innocent. she loved to watch and care for them. at least if she couldn't have hannibal she could have something else she loved. she knew that she would have a nice home for a little while anyhow. surely she'd be able to find another herd though. it would be just fine. she moaned once more as hannibal continued to rub her.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 15, 2011 10:17:16 GMT -5
Ears flicked as the mare moaned, and Hannibal caught her eye for a brief second. Tilting his ears forward, he moved closer to her, his chest up against her rump. In one swift movement, he mounted her, his tool barely touching her as he reached forward to lip at her shoulder gently. Finally, he gripped her sides with his fore hooves, pulling her body back to his, plunging himself deep into her. Getting used to the sensation for a second, he let out a bewildered snort, eyes blinking a few times. It had been quite some time since he had done this, and he felt like an inexperienced colt. Ears tilted back, and he gripped her sides once again, thrusting slowly into her, enjoying this with each passing second.
A breathless snort escaped the stallion, as he let his muzzle reach out to tug on her mane, trying to be as gentle as he could. A first for Hannibal. He had never been gentle when it came to sex. It was always rough for the mare, and left them bleeding and sore. But, since it'd be his last time with Spirit, he would make it so she wouldn't get hurt. Eyes watched the mare beneath him, making sure he wasn't hurting her, his thrusts gentle, but deep and concentrated. two thirty four .
hannibal [dark red], aeon [light blue] .
the creep, lonely island .
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Jun 19, 2011 20:46:09 GMT -5
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she felt hannibal mount her, slowly and carefully. it was like he actually wanted her to enjoy this, their last time. he was being so gentle. she felt him enter her, again very carefully, making sure it didn't hurt. she let a moan escape her kissers. she felt a gentle tug at her mane, and she didn't mind in the least. she was so surprised by how it didn't hurt. twice before she'd done this, and it had always hurt like hell. but this was different.
It was bittersweet. she'd take the pain, and bleeding, and bruising if only she didn't have to give him up. she still loved him, and apparently he still loved her somewhat. although she knew he loved Tuula more. she shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind, and enjoyed what she and hannibal were doing now. she looked back at him, with a little smile, she wanted to assure him she was alright since he seemed so concerned about hurting her. she pusshed back into him slightly, and she closed her eyes, she wished they could stay like this.
she remembered the couple of mares in the meadow. she wondered how they were doing. if they were all still alive. and did they know what was going on? could they hear the pair? she assured herself they couldn't. but she couldn't help but feel guilty, it didn't want to make her stop though.
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Post by turtleice on Aug 6, 2011 0:21:41 GMT -5
Sumera took a step forward, her tail was swinging back and forth. She hated her tail. She was born with a birth defect, she couldn't control her tail. It was awful. When ever she walked, because of the muscles moving, her tail flopped around, added with the effect of it hanging. When she ran, or even trotted, it had several spasms and sometimes went numb. She could feel her tail, but not control it.
Ever since she had been a filly, Sumera wanted more, always. She was never happy. But, when she discovered a new universe, with a new life ahead of her, she was happy and felt hope ahead. She wouldn't feel like a freak anymore, mostly because of her eye. Her mother hadn't been the best one, with her body. Sumera was her first-and last-foal because of it. Sumera has something wrong with her left eye, as well. When she experiences extreme feelings, a vein in her eye bursts, spurting blood everywhere in her eye. She had a splatter of blood on her eye whenever she got excited, or furious, or even adoring. It doesn't hurt her, but it is a disadvantage.
Sumera walked slowly into the open meadow, and closed her eyes before she could see it. She soon opened her blue eyes and saw it all. The meadow, the horses. Then, Sumera stepping forward, unconcious of her tail, and a vein exploded in her eye.
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