03-05-2012, 06:02 AM
"Please... P-Please..." Matthew choked, his tired and teary eyes looking at the centaur. "I wanna stop. It hurts... so much. I want to stop, please..." The centaur snorted at the man with pale brown eyes. How pathetic this one was. Rough hands began to palpate the shuddering belly. His hoof stomped four times, indicating the number of foals left in the womb. The information made Matthew strangle on a wail of despair. There was no way. The centaur's fingers moved over his slick belly, rubbing at the dark line that stretched down from beneath his bellybutton. Suddenly his belly lurched with another contraction. "Oooohn! N-Nooo!"
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.