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01/20/12(Fri)13:41 No.33437317
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Rover was standing triumphant over his quarry, though not without bruises of his own. The blue little pony with the silver-streaked mane had zapped him good, flesh and burnt fur still smoking from where her eldricht magic had struck his hide. But his superior speed and muscle had prevailed, managing to move faster than the magician's magic had time to recharge, letting him smash her stupid little pony head against the cavern's walls, turning her into the current state of potato bag-ness. Licking his wide maw, he stretched his paws out to claim his prize.
With a moan, Trixie vaguely saw the canine reach for her through the heavy fog of her vision, claws gleaming in the pale, ambient light of the cave she had sought to seek shelter in for the duration of the storm after her exile. The dog had surprised her, and despite her best efforts it had bested her. Disillusioned and dismayed, the pathetic mage let out a terrified shriek as she felt the paws grasp her rump, turning her onto her back as Rover prepared to teach her how an alpha shows dominance over females.
Grasping his full, heavy balls with a wide paw, Rover coaxed his emergent erection from the sheath, letting its slimy head rest on the little bitch's stomach, steaming and hot in the chill air. "Please," the little pony peeped, "Please, just let me go. I'm sorry!" Rover spat, smacking her over the face, |
