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>Another summer night
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>Things have mellowed greatly, despite the mix-up of having three working mares under you
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>You've decided to spend your night in your room with Shiner
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>You lay on your side with three pillows under your head while she's trying to play some old RPG with self-imposed challenges rules
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>Apparently, only the protagonist and one other character are allowed to fight at all
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>Everyone else has to be killed and stay dead
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>You never saw the point of playing a game that way but it is entertaining
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>The frustrated growls and muttered curses are just a bonus
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"You sure it's possible to actually play it this way? It seems like you're getting your shit rocked."
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>"Oh, you fu... shut up."
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>She's mad
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>Actual mad
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>She goes from sitting up to flopping to her side, laying opposite of you
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>You nearly avoid one of her hind hooves that happened to see your chin as direct opposition
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>"How about some moral support for once? At work you're quick to remind me if I make a mistake, Jacky got to choose music for this morning and it sucked, I've been stuck grinding here for an hour and now I'm-"
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"You're trying to fight a boss that doesn't actually need to be killed."
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>"But it's there!"
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"And it doesn't really give you anything special."
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>"Screw you!"
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>Her argument is pretty solid, all things considered
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>By reflex you pat her flank with a lazy, heavy hand
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"Yeah... alright."
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>You shift so both of your arms are more free
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>You rest your other hand on her flank
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"So, what would you prefer? I beat on your butt like a bongo drum and act as a bard to buff morale?"
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>If one flinch from your pat wasn't enough, her leg reflexively hikes up when she feels both of your hands at the ready
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>"...well."
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>She sounds nervous
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>"...it's so I can beat the boss."
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"Sure."
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>You clear your throat with the theatrics of a stage performer and gently flex your fingers
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"Lord Ochu, your shit is weak. My Shiner ain't even at her peak."
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>Rather than actually beating her butt like a bongo drum, you're more patting her like some slam poetry hippy
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"You try to make poison her demise but she sees through that lame scheme with her sharp eyes."
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>Sudden drum solo that follows up with a sharp spank
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>Her only audible reaction is a sharp snort
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"Metal, blood, noise and fire... your death. Is her desire."
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>You end the drum beating with another solo that leads to your hands working on their own
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>Eyes on the screen, one hand goes for the mare's dock and the other goes right below
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>You pull up her tail and press your palm against her with genuine pressure behind the gesture
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>...
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>...
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>She's a lot thinner than Jackdown
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>Not just her flank but her labia too
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>...
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>...
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>Ah crap
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>You weren't supposed to go that far, were you?
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"..."
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>Expecting some sort of reaction, you hesitantly shift focus to Shiner's face
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>You expect some sort of smart reaction
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>Instead, she's staring dead ahead with wide eyes
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"..."
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>"..."
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>Her eye flickers over to you and straight back to the screen
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>Your hands remain in place and against her
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>Sure enough, she actually does perform better
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>It's a very slow process but between summoning smarter and turning it into a battle of attrition rather than some reckless bum rush...
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>She actually wins
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>Barely
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>One of her two playable character is dead and the other is on red health
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"Woah...nice."
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>"...y-yeah."
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>The cocky mare sounds breathless
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>"...wanna tell me what's going on there?"
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"...yeah. Sorry."
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>"Don't be."
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>The bedroom door shimmers in faint red and closes without a sound
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>A pair of stray floor-strewn shirts shimmer and push against the bottom of the bed
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>As if that is enough privacy for her, she wiggles in place and exhales
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>The force of that exhale is enough to lift some invisible weight off of her shoulders
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>"So... has Jacky really been so bad lately?"
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>Rather than try to make a story, you decide to own up to your slip
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>Your fingers flex and curl, petting in a downward motion
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>Your index and middle finger slide past her nub
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>Her entire body shudders
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"A little. Ever since we started working, she's been looking at me... differently? I don't know."
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>Your sense of mare affinity kicking in, your stroking devolves into just your two fingers sliding down
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>Her grunt matches a sudden forceful wink
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>Even if she's smaller than Jacky all around, her clit feels roughly the same size
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>If not a little bigger
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>There's no telling if that's it's natural state or due to something else
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>"M-makes sense. She's planning a lot of things with Prism, you know."
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>Another stroke
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>It causes another wink, hard enough to cause a wet squelch
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>"Guuaahhwd... t-that freaking boss was such a pain."
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>Shiner shakes her head, letting her tongue loll out for a moment
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>She hikes up her leg, breathing hard enough to make it sound like she actually had to do physical labor
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>This probably is the only thing magic can't solve
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"Yeah. Tell me about it."
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>Rather than stroke her sensitive little horn, you switch to spread her open
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>Her opening satisfies four out of your five senses
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>You feel how easy it is to open her
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>You see that she's aroused enough that she's already drooling
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>Drooling hard enough to have already stained the bed sheets
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>...
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>Not a unique stain to add, all things considered
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>You hear the delicious sound of her lower mouth opening, like she had been bubbling up far before you even touched her
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>And her scent
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>You've become long familiar with her scent
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>But now?
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>It's more potent
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>Full-bodied
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>It threatens to overwhelm the near permanent lingering scent of her earth pony sister
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"Guess work has been taking a toll on you too, huh?"
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>"Y-yeah... I guess so. Like yesterday wh-"
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>The beast in you doesn't let her finish
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>You shove your head down against her and give her clit a hard, quick lick
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>"Whe-eeEN?!"
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>Her sharp whine is met with a forceful wink that seems to want to fight back
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>Not one to turn down a fight, you shift tactics to give it a sharp suck
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>Starshine reacts with a sharp "uooh?!"
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>She repeats herself a few times, unable to stop from a sudden jet of liquid to spray out
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>You hold the base of her tail and lift up her leg, not allowing her even a chance to hide it
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>The thick consistency of her unicorn juice pools onto the bed, threatening to stain it so badly that it might even go through the mattress protector
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>You learned through Jacky early on that you needed something nearly industrial strength
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>And yet this little runt is going to seek to defeat it, apparently
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>Her head drops on the mattress, at a complete loss for words
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>Not only is her crotch slick and shining with mare slime, but the puddle is starting to go toward your torso
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>Her scent is nearly overwhelming
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>There's no way you could cover this with anything
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>The beast within isn't satisfied with this
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>You listen to her give some sort of defeated mewl and pull her close
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>Locking your arms around her lower legs, you devour her
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>You go between burying your face in her to find the fabled source of her nectar and sucking on her bead with enough force that you cause at least another two squirts
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>You're experienced enough to not be stop even after being blinded with hot victory
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>Which, in turn, only causes more tortured half-words from Shine
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>With Jacky, you've both learned the optimal pace
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>It's comfortable
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>Satisfying
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>...Makes for a good dessert, too
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>But with this cocky "empress"?
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>You want to show her how low leveled she is
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>You want to show her how far she has to go before she can genuinely compete
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>By the time you've finished, the unicorn is catatonic
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>You wipe your face against her flank, taking the chance to rub yourself all down her leg
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>It was shaking, and actively fighting you
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>At one point
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>Now it's just laying there, limp as a well-boiled noodle
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>You can finally see
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>And yet...
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>You can't smell anything
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>Her scent has permeated everything to the point your body can't register anything else
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>With some man handling, you grab Shine's mane
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>You lift her entire head up by it and shift her so she's laying on her side, on the same side
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>Her shoulder hits the warm puddle she made with a light ᵖˡᵃᵖ
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"So. What's next on your challenge run?"
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>Sparking Shine's eyes say it all
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>The lights are flickering and no one's home
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>She opens her mouth to speak but instead she sticks her tongue out
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>"...kss...?"
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>You think you know what that means
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>Putting your hand in your mane again and crossing an arm over her chest, you pull her in for a kiss
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>You're...
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>Used to kissing pony by now
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>An experience and skillset you never thought you would claim the title to
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>And yet here you are
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>You put that title to good use by further bullying her
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>Your tongue beats hers and coats the inside of her mouth with her shame
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>Her actions are slow and fatigued, like she's giving it her all
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>And you know she is
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>That's why, like in every fighting game, you have to not just win
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>But you have to dominate
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>You have to conquer
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>Through that kiss, you physically conquer the magic mare
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>You release her, only to lick her lips after
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>The beast inside has such an alien thrill at her taste
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>At how much smaller and weaker she is
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>She must be able to see it
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>That glossy, empty look in her eye shifted to something else
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>Something a little more...
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>Is it fear?
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>Or excitement?
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>Her gasping for breath is somehow the least telling sign of what's running through her mind
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>"A...non...!"
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"Hm?"
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>You don't have the mental capacity to use your words
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>"...d-do it."
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>That's all you need to hear
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>You pull down what little clothing you have below and lift yourself up
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>Your side is utterly drenched
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>Now that you see it, so is the majority of the bed now
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>And in the center, soaking it all in with her vaguely longer coat and ruined, wild mane
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>The cause of all of this
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>Is laying there on her back
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>Terrified
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>Exhilarated
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>And trying to open her hind legs are far as they can possibly go
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>Rather than simply impale her, you lean back on your knees and aim yourself skyward
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>You've never seen that particular look on her face when she realizes what you are
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>The true differences between fillies and colts
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>And, especially now, the difference between a man and a mare
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>You bend it down so it goes between her teats
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>There isn't much there but her nipples are poking out through her coat
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>More so than usual, anyway
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>With Jacky, you can usually play with those but you think that would just kill her from the anticipation
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>You push forward, showing her just how far inside it will go
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"...do it?"
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>She nods just enough to let you know that she would never live it down if you simply stopped there
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>So you don't
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>You pull back and aim toward her
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>Resting one hand on her ribcage, you push forward in one go
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>Shine's soul nearly leaves her body in that instant
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>Her eyes widen and her jaw drops like she's trying to scream
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>Actually, she is
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>But a glowing red shimmer around her throat stops it from being more than some quiet whining noise
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>Due to the positioning, you aren't all the way in
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>The fumbling alone causes another thick squelch of mare cream to gush onto you
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>And more onto the mattress
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>Good thing it couldn't tell stories
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>It wouldn't shut up for at least two full years
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>You push again and hilt the unicorn
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>Finding the right way to enjoy her, you end up on top of her with your full weight holding her down and both arms wrapped around her
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>Face in her neck, you begin to pump at her
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>What starts as slow and deliberate turn to faster and more forceful
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>Harsh, for a virgin like her
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>It's been how long since you've felt this good...?
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>Almost everything is completely different
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>But it's what you're used to
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>It is what your body has been conditioned to crave and prefer, above all else
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>Before you even realize it, you falter in your pump just long enough to feel yourself twitch
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>You're cumming
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>Unwilling and unable to stop yourself or even slow down, you squeeze the gaming mare with all of your strength and stab into her like your life depended on it
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>You feel another hot gush erupt against your lap
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>She's trying to kick you away but her hind legs are only good at scraping your sides
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>Or is she trying to leg lock you?
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>The red shimmering at her throat bubbles upward until it covers her head
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>Then your head
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>Then the bed
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>The entire room
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>The ear-piercing scream she emits hurts enough that you transfer it into one last stand of brutalizing her the way only a man can
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>It falters and revs back up between your motions and yet another orgasm being reached
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>By the time you stop, you've buried yourself into her by the hilt
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>You felt like you've relieved yourself no less than ten times
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>Of course, that couldn't happen naturally
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>You must have just been that severely pent up
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>The red bubble of the room starts to deflate until it's covering just your head and hers
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>It must be acting as some sort of magic muffler
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>"Y...you win. I..."
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>The use of magic must have made her find some of her lost marbles
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>Or maybe she came herself out of her coma
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>"I-I submit. My emperor."
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"That's a good empress."
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>You orally seal the accord between powers
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>This time, it is more of a mutual exchange of affection
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>You're less battering down her barriers and seeking a killing blow
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>And more leading her, letting her explore and even push back enough to the point her tongue invades your mouth
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>"Stay."
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"Alright."
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>The beast has won
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>Rather than get out from on top of her, you pass out on the pony, your heroic lance buried in the heart of the sorceress
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>You awaken to someone clearing their throat
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>You recognize tha-
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>Oh shit
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>Oh fuck
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>"...hey there, Anon."
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>Jacky is sitting on the bed with you
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>On a pillow, looking down at you
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>"You had fun there?"
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>You're beyond paralyzed
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>Your eyes go down
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>That pillow is... shiny
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>They go down further
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>Speaking of, Shiner is awake
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>She looks completely satisfied with herself
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>"Do what you need to do, Jacky. I've already won."
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>Jacky gives an angry snort
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>The death squint she's giving you
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>It...
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>It...
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>Something about it
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>It's kinda working for you
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>Shiner gasps and looks at you
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>"W-what are you doing? Now? Seriously?!"
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"...I'm not doing anything."
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>You lock eyes with the Count Jackula
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>"J-jacky, get him off of me! He's waking up."
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>"I know."
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>"You know?!"
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>Rather than sound angry, she sounds downright horrified
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>"He's WAKING UP!"
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>"I know."
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>That tone and that stare
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>She leans back and lifts up one of her hind legs
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>She's aroused
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>The stone-cold death glare does seem especially sharp
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>Is it due to that?
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>"...the deal was that I let Anon do this and you'll make sure I can have foals. Right?"
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>"What the hell are you talking about, I can't feel ANY of my body, get him off of me he's a freaking animal!"
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>"Anon?"
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"...y-yeah?"
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>"You're gonna get it. But first, SHE is gonna get it. And what you're gonna do is more than I ever could."
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>"W-what are you saying? W-we're sisters, right? Best friends?"
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>"That's right. But Anon tends to catch his second wind in the morning. And the harder the night went, the harder he would bounce back."
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>Shine starts to genuinely struggle underneath you
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>Maybe not... genuinely
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>Her hips are vigorously curling upward in an attempt to swallow more of you
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>You can see the gleam in her eye
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>This isn't some sort of game to her
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>Is it?
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>"G-get him off! I'll trade places, I won't do it again!"
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>"Too late for that, Sparky. Get 'er, Anon."
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>With the door open and the cat out the bag, you begin to work yourself against Sparking Shine
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>The longer it goes on, and the more you watch Jack
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>The more a sadistic smile creeps along her face
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>"By the way, when you're done, remember that we're now only an hour late for work."
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>You can hear Prism casually speak and trot by, as if this entire situation somehow isn't beyond the realm of possibility to her
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>"You hear that, Anon? We're calling in sick."
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>The frantic screaming and squelching from the unicorn carries throughout the entire apartment complex
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...
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...
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...
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>Three days later, you get a series of strongly worded letters under your door that range from threats of calling the leasing office to calling the police under the excuse of murder
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>You ignore them
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>It was only attempted murder
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