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12/19/11(Mon)04:54 No.32480232>>32480196
It was?
“Certainly so. That was your first kiss, hmm? Wasn't it special?”
He frowns at her, clearly a little sharper than she had given him credit for.
What is wrong with you? If you're going to do it, then just do it.
“...Sorry. Here.”
She boldly takes his chin in her hooves and pulls him close again. He gasps in surprise, displaying a menacing set of fangs right in front of her. She freezes, pupils shrunk down to pinpricks.
Teeth. TEETH. Oh goodness they look so SHARP.
They're right there, gleaming in the warm light, as big as steak knives. Her haunches burn in terror, her chest flutters with fear. She hangs there, not moving, until it's obviously been too long.
Spike pushes her hooves away, drawing back. He scowls at her.
“I know what I look like. You don't have to do this just to make me feel better,” he says. She can tell he wants to growl it, to sound tough and manly, but it just comes out sad.
“Spike!” She stomps a hoof on the floor.
Is he wrong?
He turns away, still forcing a scowl.
Look what you've done! The poor thing...
That - that's not what this is about. Is it?
No! No I want to do this. I think. Do I? Why can't I just do this?
Hmm...what possible reasons could one have to not commit bestiality?
I...that's not...we... |
