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!ikOpDWm3h. 07/29/11(Fri)12:58 No.28174045>We had a beginning, who needs a middle.
Berry Punch woke, like she usually does now. The weeks being held captive in her little prison left a bitter taste in her mouth, her body was sore from both consciously fighting the restraints that bound her to the bed, and the convulsions from detox. In the distance she heard murmurings, a conversation was being had, one had to be the sick stallion that kept her here, the other, familiar, but intangible.
Moments later Berry was greeted with the same slicked back brown mane, green eyed stallion that for the last few weeks of hell, kept her bound to the same bed, refusing to let her leave. "Berry, you have a guest." he offered, motioning towards the drapes beside him. 'Really, what more could you do to me? Who would come to this 'secret lair' you have to come see me? I have gone through hell and all you have done was WATCH ME!' The straps around her legs loosened and fell away as the drape around her cot opened to show an older mare, at her feet, stood a light purple filly, green eyes brimmed in tears as she looked first, at her mother, then to the stallion.
"Is she better?" the filly asked, as Berry collapsed from the bed to get to her baby, weeks of bed rest, not allowing her legs to yet work properly. 'She will be' He said simply, watching the filly rush to her now shaking mother as they both embraced one another. "You do a damn fine job, Davenport." The mayor murmured at the stallion.
And then they fucked, or something |
