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01/18/12(Wed)00:54 No.33368654>>33368631
>hurtful
Dude, you wrote this:
"I'm sorry, but... I'm not ready. Can we ... maybe just be friends?" Fluttershy looks up at you, then away, turning the color of clouds at sunset.
Your eyes narrow to slits. You'd read all the right signals, given plenty of your own and she'd reacted perfectly, and now she's giving you the 'let's be friends' talk? "Bullshit!", the angry little man in your head yells. As the rage builds, you begin to lose control, and advance on her oblivious form.
"I mean, I really, really like you, but-" The sentence cuts off as you clap a hand over her mouth. Her eyes finally meet yours, brief confusion quickly transitioning into fear as she sees the odd juxtaposition of cold rage and a burning lust she's only seen before on animals in heat. You bring your weight to bear, forcing her to the ground. Terrified, she can't even move, eyes glued to your free hand as it travels down, giving a quick grope somewhere she never allowed you to touch, and then continuing down to undo the front of your pants.
Her eyes widen as your erection flops out, the full extent of her situation finally dawning on her. She suddenly begins to put up a fight, trying to get your hand off her mouth, but you react with a swift punch to the side of her head, and after a promise of worse to come she settles down, tears brimming in her eyes. You take your hand off her mouth, grab her hips, and flip her over, then quickly remove what little obstruction still lays between you and your prize. |
