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04/17/11(Sun)09:30 No.25193057>>25193038 You slide the towel very carefully over her rump, so as to not hurt her. Your towel covers her cutie mark, a set of bubbles. You hear her groan as she relaxes. Her wings have fully spread now, and you wonder if there's a correlation. You realize you may be spending a little too much time on her flank when she swivels her head to look at you, a small blush on her face. You take the chance to start drying up her wings, since they're already spread and all. You rub the towel up and down the left wing, feeling the taut muscle, the soft feathers under the towel's cloth. Derpy's relaxed sighs begin to shift into groans, and then into moans. You raise an eyebrow, but keep going, gently drying the appendage from base to tip and back. You rub the area between her wings with loving care, admiring the smooth slope it has, which tapers into her shapely, round rump. You can only guess at the inner strength this hard-working mare may have, constantly lugging around everybody's mail, with little to no help. You realize that this cute creature plays a vital role in keeping the town together. You move the towel to the right wing, rubbing it lovingly now. You'd never realized how hard she worked, or how little recognition she got... "So, Ditzy..." She looks back at you, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. You no longer notice her lazy eye. "You got any family in town?" you ask her smilingly, rubbing her wing with the fuzzy cloth.
Shall I continue with this dump or does nobody care? |