03-05-2012, 06:21 AM
Two of the foals approached James, observing him with their wide curious eyes. They watched the gravid sphere grow hard and tight. One of them, with a butter coat, reached down to poke his belly and they both giggled when one of their siblings poked back. The black one clapped, almost finding the human's pain amusing. Again the butter foal took to poking at James even as he moaned.
Matthew felt a head pressing against his opening. Finally, maybe this one would come out the right way. He clenched his teeth and pushed with all his might. He groaned as the pressure was released and he was given a moment of rest. His wrists chapped against the chains, as did his ankles.
Matthew felt a head pressing against his opening. Finally, maybe this one would come out the right way. He clenched his teeth and pushed with all his might. He groaned as the pressure was released and he was given a moment of rest. His wrists chapped against the chains, as did his ankles.
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.