Pleasured Viscera: Whispers Beneath The Boards

I took a walk. Trees like to talk. Demolitions foal, where'd you go.  "Hooves up, creep." Bloody red, I fed.

I found a rock. Leaves fell like stock. My hooves are red. I grinned crooked; 'sheep.' She tried a dragon palm.

She liked my cock. Half-cock my action. Didn't you like me; no? "You see the other three?" Gripped wrists and two twists.

Oh, shit, doc. Double, single attraction, Behind the stone, I choked her soul. "I'll eat you." Lily cooed. Dislocated foreleg joints.

That's not a rock. Silver yelled attention. One mare, big sister fed. Another 9mm in my hindleg. Ripped her suit away.

That's a corpse. Three mares and laceration. Black suit, arresting control. Stressed with strafing. Made her scream and pay.

Just kidding. Assassins, spies and my elation. I giggle, snapping filly neck. Understand hooves are shaking. I didn't feed.

It was my daughter. Redirect the anger, Lily. "Grenades are bed, kek~" Slid on leaves. Licked her leaked.

We galloped a simple chapter. They had a grenade filly. Stinging lead bit my flank. Reached big sister fed. She struggled, but creamed.