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..:: Touch ::.. - Official - 06-09-2012 Enheduanna March 27th, 2012 at 1:20am My pale form, tinted with pink and gold, treads with grace into a grassy meadow within my new homeland. It was a day warmer and brighter than usual but, then again, this place always seemed to be untouched by the cold grip of winter. As I move, I think back to all of the chaotic events of the last few weeks. It seemed, to me, that herdlife moved at double the pace that singular family life did. Already, my dam had become a lead(something I still wondered at to the gods), I had been given the freedom of a mare(though not yet two), and had met more horses than I had in all my short two years. Everything felt so foreign and bizarre that I almost felt awkward. However, as the days passed I found myself slowly settling in and figuring out what to do. Though, I did understand that, as the foal of a lead, I was expected to behave slightly differently than any other herd foal. I didn't relish that fact. It annoyed me, rather greatly, that I had been duped into obeying my mother once more after my hard earned freedom had just been given to me. Dryly, I smack my lips with a murmured "what can you do" and walk to the lake of the waterfall and take a drink. To my delight, as I drink, I find that there are fish in the waster here. My lips meet the scales of one as it wiggles by and, upon a whim, I seep the Magic into his small body. He stops at first, confused at the pleasure, and then begins to flop about in the water in great happiness. He flops to far away soon though and the connection is lost. The fish stops his frantic flopping and swims dazedly about in circles, confused and lonely. I feel for him before another fish floats by and grabs his attention once more and then he is gone. The Euphoria affected everyone differently. My gentler usage often felt tingly while others said that it felt more like a bittersweet pain or intoxication. Now, in battle, my delicate touch could paralyze with its pleasure. That had only, so far, been truly attributed to the most spectacular, grand, and glorious orgasm one would ever experience. Secretly, I was proud of this because I knew I would be good in breeding. But I could never tell Gossamer this. She'd probably squeal with outrage at the crassness. Removing my gaze from the water and throw my gaze about the clearing, searching for a figure upon which my eyes can rest. |