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Quibble licks his lips as he towers over Wind Sprint, his hooves shaking in anticipation. The young filly believed she had found the perfect place to hide from her perpetually horny stepfather, but alas, it seemed that so long as he had an insatiable appetite for filly pussy, specifically her filly pussy, nowhere would be safe for her.
Wind Sprint wishes she could run. That she could escape her stepfather, but her little legs would only be able to do so much for her, plus with how much bigger Quibble was than her, there was no chance of her escaping. She could try to fly, but even then, her escape would be but for a moment as she would still have to return home eventually, and there would be Quibble, his boner rock hard and throbbing in anticipation of the object of his lust coming through the door. Where else would she be able to go?
With a resigned sigh, Wind Sprint plops down in the grass, making an onomatopoeia, "pompf!", and dully asks Quibble, "What're we gonna do in the grass?"