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  • Id: 90946
  • Posted: 2020-02-10 04:29:17
    by Hawkeye
  • Size: 1438x1017
  • Rating: Explicit
  • Score: 89 (vote up)
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AmethyCyan
>> #355412
Posted on 2020-02-10 11:12:01
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Never thought I'd like this little chain of events, but it's incredibly intriguing. Props to you, and I hope to see more!
Chibideath
>> #355457
Posted on 2020-02-11 01:50:18
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Phew. What a beautiful example of drill hair.

Magnificent.
Namey
>> #355485
Posted on 2020-02-11 03:28:55
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God I would absolutely kill to see all the mane 6 done like this!
Hawkeye
>> #355487
Posted on 2020-02-11 04:05:28
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Namey said:
God I would absolutely kill to see all the mane 6 done like this!


No killing necessary. Emperpep did a whole set, and I've been sufficiently convinced to do one of these for each of those pics. Rainbow Dash should be out this weekend!
april
>> #527823
Posted on 2023-12-02 21:13:35
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Transcript:
...So... what do I do now? Just... lie here and listen to the sound of your voice? Very well, Sir. Whatever you say.
... Yes... Yes, I can see it now. My big, fancy, boring corner office in that big, fancy, boring skyscraper. Where they don't let me wear my pretty horn, or my gorgeous tail. Paperwork piled high... higher... higher... Too high... Too high to bear... Too much to think about. ... Enough to make me never want to think... ever again.
...Yes, Sir... I feel it... I hear it... The papers... The desk... My office... The building... It's all getting so soft... and warm... It's melting, Sir... It's all melting away in the warm, wonderful rays of the summer sun... Dripping and shrinking... Melting and sinking... The papers are melting into the desk... The desk is melting into the floor... And my clothes... my stuffy business suit... it's melting onto my gorgeous skin... my... *naked* skin. They aren't clothes anymore. I'm naked... and bathing in my warm, melting office.
Yes, Master... Let my head get so very, very heavy... Let it fall onto my melting desk... Let the desk's warm embrace swallow me whole... Falling... diving... sinking... Past the ninth floor... and the eighth... and the seventh... the sixth... the fifth... the fourth... Deeper... Heavier... Sleepier... Third... second... first... basement... Deeper... deeper... As deep as I can go... So deep that only Master will ever be able to find the human... that I used to be.
Yes, Master... I can feel you... You're bathing me in your strong and manly arms... Your hands are all over me... cleaning me up. Wiping the papers out of my eyes... Brushing the desk out of my hair... Washing the clothes off of my breasts... and scrubbing alllll the people thoughts out of my hea..... my he..... my h..... my....... mmmm..................
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