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7/19/2025, 8:51:04 AM
>>42369562
Yeah okay sure.
>You dazedly look down at the thing slumped against your shoes
>Twitching, groping the hems of your pants to stop you from leaving. Her sloppy appearance almost causes you to take a step back, mascara smearing the white canvas of her fur, tears and drool dribbling down her face as she looks up at you in askance of something that no one is willing to give her.
>Really, it's just...
>...
>Disgusting.
>...
"Get a fucking grip!"
>Rage and betrayal surges as you look at this stupid bitch humping your shoe.
>You can't believe that this creature had the audacity to act like a civilized, cultured creature. Pointing her nose towards the sky, prancing about as if she were a delicate, unblemished and expensive vace.
>"Ah, eheh, Anoooon..."
>Her wobbly, idiotic smile moves as she pleads to be taken and shattered against the ground.
>You kick her away, causing her to collapse and roll against the floor
>What a joke.
>You had considered these things to be your equals and benefactors over the last half-year, graciously taking you in when you'd had nowhere else to go
>But
>How can this be?
>Despondent, you can only stare at the wet stain on your shoe.
>These creatures were able to look you in the eyes with a straight face, maintaining an air of dignity and poise.
>Civility. The upholding of morality and virtue.
>It all amounts to this.
>The twitching form slowly begins to crawl towards you.
>Heat season.
>When everything vanished like dandelion seeds carried away by a midsummer's evening breeze.
>Lust and madness. The rationality and gentleness in their eyes lighting themselves up, turning to ash in an insatiable inferno of depravity.
>"Anon, Anon...! You're being so mean...!"
>Leaving behind a slug trail of unmentionable fluid, Rarity returns to her place at your feet as if she were a dog trained to heel
"Shut up!"
>You spit and curse her, but she just giggles as if your degradation were the highest praise
>You kick her some more, repeatedly stomping on her as if it would extinguish the flames of her biological need, but she just moans - an ugly thing that you'd sooner expect to come from a sow, an animal than the lady you'd come to know from your time in Equestria
>A terrible sense of loss and betrayal colors your expression as you abuse the corpse of your ideal, your precious friend.
>Thud, thud, thud.
>Panting, you finally let up, settling your leg and steadying your posture.
>The mare intermittently twitches from the aftershock of your efforts. Splayed out, her hair and limbs drape across the floor.
>Despite this - or perhaps, as you're unwilling to admit, because of it - her face is contorted in a sticky, slobbering ecstasy.
>But...
>Ah.
>You belatedly register it.
>A tightness. Tenting the jeans that the sow herself had meticulously made for you.
>No, no, this can't be.
Yeah okay sure.
>You dazedly look down at the thing slumped against your shoes
>Twitching, groping the hems of your pants to stop you from leaving. Her sloppy appearance almost causes you to take a step back, mascara smearing the white canvas of her fur, tears and drool dribbling down her face as she looks up at you in askance of something that no one is willing to give her.
>Really, it's just...
>...
>Disgusting.
>...
"Get a fucking grip!"
>Rage and betrayal surges as you look at this stupid bitch humping your shoe.
>You can't believe that this creature had the audacity to act like a civilized, cultured creature. Pointing her nose towards the sky, prancing about as if she were a delicate, unblemished and expensive vace.
>"Ah, eheh, Anoooon..."
>Her wobbly, idiotic smile moves as she pleads to be taken and shattered against the ground.
>You kick her away, causing her to collapse and roll against the floor
>What a joke.
>You had considered these things to be your equals and benefactors over the last half-year, graciously taking you in when you'd had nowhere else to go
>But
>How can this be?
>Despondent, you can only stare at the wet stain on your shoe.
>These creatures were able to look you in the eyes with a straight face, maintaining an air of dignity and poise.
>Civility. The upholding of morality and virtue.
>It all amounts to this.
>The twitching form slowly begins to crawl towards you.
>Heat season.
>When everything vanished like dandelion seeds carried away by a midsummer's evening breeze.
>Lust and madness. The rationality and gentleness in their eyes lighting themselves up, turning to ash in an insatiable inferno of depravity.
>"Anon, Anon...! You're being so mean...!"
>Leaving behind a slug trail of unmentionable fluid, Rarity returns to her place at your feet as if she were a dog trained to heel
"Shut up!"
>You spit and curse her, but she just giggles as if your degradation were the highest praise
>You kick her some more, repeatedly stomping on her as if it would extinguish the flames of her biological need, but she just moans - an ugly thing that you'd sooner expect to come from a sow, an animal than the lady you'd come to know from your time in Equestria
>A terrible sense of loss and betrayal colors your expression as you abuse the corpse of your ideal, your precious friend.
>Thud, thud, thud.
>Panting, you finally let up, settling your leg and steadying your posture.
>The mare intermittently twitches from the aftershock of your efforts. Splayed out, her hair and limbs drape across the floor.
>Despite this - or perhaps, as you're unwilling to admit, because of it - her face is contorted in a sticky, slobbering ecstasy.
>But...
>Ah.
>You belatedly register it.
>A tightness. Tenting the jeans that the sow herself had meticulously made for you.
>No, no, this can't be.
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