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The title you come up with when you can't think of a title - Astrasza - 05-15-2015 Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! Fatty, fat, mc. fattison, fatser, fatterooni! The gagging this mare made pleased Astrasza, still there was no appreciation to being sat on. Granted, she'd felt the mare try to get up, and she'd prevented that. But she shouldn't even be in this situation in the first place! Munch Astra bit down a little harder, her ears flat against her skull. She tried to roll over, to get her legs underneath herself so that she could get up. But nothing was working. Alas she was forced to release the mare's throat from her hold, at some point she stopped caring anyways. They were both on the ground, in the soft sand. Astra's legs hung limply to one side, her tail scattered in a mess across the sand. Her injured left wing sprawled out over the ground, while her other wing hovered over the ground, falling back behind her shoulders in a lazy shrug. She wasn't sure which part was more uncomfortable, looking up to see a stranger's chin looming over her or the burning sting in her left wing. Her jaw hung open slightly, she no longer tasted blood, but the dull aching wasn't going away for a while now. Still, she can't let fatty think she's won. She has to convince this bitch that she's messed with the wrong peggy, even though she's on the ground. Astra puts on a tough act, trying to make it look better than what it really is. "You've got some fuckin' nerve, fatty! Some fuckin' nerve! What business you got attacking strangers in a place like this?" Astra growled at the mare. fuck this shit's hard, why'd fatty have to come picking a fight? What was there to gain? Nothing but cuts and bruises. "You think you're a fuckin' champion or something? Or maybe you're out lookin' for small creatures to bully." The words flew from her mouth without much thought to them, she didn't even hear herself speaking them. @[Roskuld] RE: The title you come up with when you can't think of a title - Roskuld - 05-16-2015
RE: The title you come up with when you can't think of a title - Astrasza - 05-17-2015 Astrasza was flabbergasted (who the fuck made up a word like that? Seriously, it can't be real) as the white and black bitch commented the attack was provoked from disturbing her sleep. "All this shit--GGUUUUHH!" Astrasza squealed as the mare landed on her gut again, their legs tangled together like a pair of stag antlers that can't find a way to rip free from each other, "This is all---hhhmmmgh! Because you're a light ass sleeper! HNNNNGH!!" Astrasza complained, it was almost like this bitch was doing this on purpose. "Fatty getcho ass out of my face before it sucks me in!" Astrasza commanded, which of course was followed with the opposite reaction. “Kiss my ass if you think it’s so fat,” This girl made Astrasza laugh inside, thinking that seeing her wrinkly little butt hole was going to make Astra cringe. If there's anything this fight was proving to be, it's definitely a battle between Helovia's two most stubborn horses. Astrasza coughed from the weight of fatty on her sides. But when she saw those open cheeks falling for her face there is, of course, only one reaction to be given. "Have it your way!" With teeth bared Astrasza chomped down on the mare's soft butt hole, she wasn't prepared to fuck around. She didn't the leisurely warning of a nip on the cheek, nope. She went strange for soft, delicate, and sensitive, and she didn't hold back. She hoped to hear the bitch scream, feel her fly off of the ground and watch her walk around bow-legged unwilling to crap for a few days. She smell wasn't too pleasant, and she kept her tongue as far back in her throat as she possibly could. She didn't want to taste it as much as she didn't want to look at it. But it had to be done, and she wasn't afraid to do it. OOC: This shit is funny as hell @[Roskuld] RE: The title you come up with when you can't think of a title - Roskuld - 05-25-2015
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