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Author: Flash & Splash |
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Date Posted: 09:24:25 08/07/06 Mon In reply to: Jemma 's message, "|X|Sanctuary|X|" on 15:32:44 08/04/06 Fri Splash, ever the attention seeker, strutted right up to Jemme and pushed his velveteen muzzel into her palm. In went a couple of deep breaths, each one being expelled in a warm rush over her hand and wrist. Two-toned tresses flick over his diminutive flanks to rid himself of his constant harrassers. A tiny forehoof was slammed into the ground with surprising force, auds flicking back against his dial as his persuers began to agitate him. Dial was tossed, sending his too-long mane flying. In a sudden burst of movement, the small stallion spins, and flys across the paddock. Sturdy limbs bear his weight well, taking the stress of a tight turn easily as he came to the fenceline. His little limbs thundering over the ground as he races around the peremiter of the paddock, tossing his head and letting loose a few cow hops as his playfullness pushed his agitation to the side. Flash stood a little ways away, watching Splash and Jemma in silence. A snort was given, her dial jerking upright as the two-toned stallion took off across their enclosure. Lowering her head somewhat, she lips at a few meager blades of grass, her auds pointed toward Jemma. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her, and she stepped forward slowly, pausing between each step. At last, she reached the woman, and extended her shapely neck, straining her uper lip to brush Jemma's palm as she breathed in the girls scent. Finally, she takes another step, putting her within reach of the girl. A soft wicker was given, and she gently rubs her dial along Jemma's thigh, wickering in delight as the flys swarming around her eyes abandoned their station. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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