Her voice flooded his head as she complained against his advances. Finally, he smirked, he was getting under her skin. Narrowly avoiding her hefty frame as she nearly looses her footing, he continued to nip at various places. First her legs, then her neck – using his short stature to his advantage he pivots and weaves he avoids her kicks as she fidgeted beneath his not-so-gentle caresses.
It was painfully obvious that she towered over him, though he never saw his height as much of a challenge. He’d learned ways to use his stature to his advantage and found that being small made it easier for him to avoid unwanted violence. She was growing angry now and her threats did very little to discourage him. She would want to hurt him, that was unmistakable. Most mares did though, very few actually had the courage to try. He had no doubt that this individual would waste no time in exercising her anger upon him.
He was half tempted to let her.
But where was the fun in that?
Stopping just as suddenly as he’d begun. He stopped before her once more, squaring himself slightly to help himself appear slightly taller than he was.
”Remember, bitch,” he snarled angrily. ”You were the one to start this little game of ours and I’m half tempted to teach you the consequences of such an error.”
He let his voice fade into nothingness and decided to finish his sentence in his mind. You wouldn’t be worth it.
He flicked his tail impatiently as he climbed back towards his trail. Fuck her and her games.
@[Molotov] Cannot. be held. responsible.