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Posted: 2020-05-10 11:05:38
by bugmenot - Size: 819x1267
- Source: derpibooru.org/images/2158525
- Rating: Explicit
- Score: 56 (vote up)
>> #368449
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The dusty blue stallion had barely entered the club when the other pony stepped up to him, tossing accusations with a self-assured grin flashing around every word. He gave no reaction for a moment, then stepped forward himself, raising his mouth to the mocking pony’s ear.
At first this only brought a dismissive smirk. But the blue stallion kept whispering, and slowly the smirk started to sag, looser and looser until finally it melted away completely. Until the pony’s mouth hung open slightly. Until his eyes lost their focus, staring off blankly into nothing. Until, lower down, his length started to rise from his sheath, and the ponies nearby pointed and murmured as it slowly swelled, inch by inch, until it hung heavy and full beneath him.
The dusty blue stallion stopped, stepping back. There was a pause as the blank-eyed pony blinked, turned. And started to walk, eyes glazed, twitching cock dripping a path behind him. Slowly, he traced his way back through the club until he reached the table he had left. He stopped at the edge, blank gaze meeting the face of the cute up-and-coming pony he had been trying to impress moments earlier. And then, with a soft grunt, he sprawled forward onto the table, front down, rear raised for at least half the club. The dusty blue stallion stepped up behind, and with a voice loud enough to be heard over the drone of the music, spoke two last words.[/spoiler]
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