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11/03/11(Thu)14:56 No. 31145068 >>31144891 Twilight was shivering, shuddering. Her whole body felt electric, and that strange craving was back. It got stronger with every nibble at her nape by Mac, every whuff of apple blossoms in his mane. But she couldn't help but be nervous; this whole day had bee so crazy and wild and that stupid spell and OH my that hoof felt nice right there -- But a third (fourth?) hoof padded gently at her barrel, stroking it gently. Cloth-covered and warm. A cooing voice, "It's okay. He's very gentle." Opening her eyes to the darkness of her room, two button-eyes stared at her, bedroom-button eyes. A raggedy doll of a pony was draped gently over one side, dragging warm dirty cloth over the length of her body, over this hock and that flank ... her own little childhood doll. She nearly screamed, but another slickening of Mac's red hoof ... she had to bite back a gasp instead. "Are you ready?" came a ragged whisper. She nodded. Twilight felt fit to bursting already, and she always did trust that doll to see her through. Imaginary friends or fevered hallucinations be damned, she felt nervous-ready more than nervous-nervous, she knew the difference and OH GOD he was pressing in with his hock now. The tiny cloth-bag equine broke into a stichy smile, "Want it, need it?"