04-01-2016, 08:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2016, 08:28 PM by Hyroniemus.)
Well that was fast. Surely breeding season had passed, all the mares in view were heavily laden with foal. But this winged fool had decided to impose on her silence. Boring.
Hyro turned slowly, her eyes closed, then opened slowly. She tilted her head, searching his eyes, then her gaze crawled hungrily across his body. What a handsome devil he was. Handsome is as handsome does.
Her flank stung, but not enough to warrant a reaction. After all, that's what they all want. I'm not like them.
Instead she circled the stallion, reaching her muzzle out to deliver a matching nip, letting the flesh pull between her teeth before it rippled back into place. Gotcha. Her nostrils fluttered, breathing in the heavy, musky scent and she reached her nose up, nibbling along the feathers on his wings. Approaching his head, Hyro pauses, noticing another has joined their presence, heavily laden in foal. You don't want a baby. Their dirty and loud.
Acknowledging the black femme first, Hyro dips her head in greeting and nods in reply. Yes, you could call me that, new. With a smile, her gaze returns to 'Hunky McHunkerson' beside her. With a sly tilt to her head, she responds. Well I do hope you know what you're getting yourself into Marijuana. I'm not your average version of fucked up.
Smirking, she pushes her head against his, forehead to forehead, locking his gaze with hers and in a low, gritty voice. So tell me besides this streak of slobber on my side, exactly what makes me yours?
Pulling her head away, she pulls playfully at his ear before turning her attention back to this other stranger. You there, pregnant one, what brings you into this chaos so heavily laden with foal? Being nice to other mares was not her thing, but this one had done nothing to irritate Hyro so far.
Come a little bit closer, before we begin.