User blog:W074/Vengeance in Little Monster City (Vengeance) - Courtesy of YBA

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     Vengeance

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     You twitch the crying mare's ear softly. "Is a monkey a normal girl just because it has two hands and two legs like a normal girl?"



     Nina keeps crying and you twitch harder. “Well? Answer me!” You shout into her ear and she recoils.



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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The huge centaur begins crying in earnest now and you kiss her cheek, licking away a salty tear from soft dark skin.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You've thrown a big wrench into my plans you jealous mustang. Your training has obviously not been thorough enough." You sigh. "But I need you, you mangy nag, trained or not. Put on your shirt. I've got business to take care of in the school. We'll get you patched up there, and I'll extract some proper penance from you."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Before you can get up, Nina hugs you tightly. "If-if I’m a good girl, you promise you'll never leave me?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "I'd never leave a prize mare." You tell her. "But you ever pull a stunt like this again, or refuse to answer my calls...." You kiss her, look deep into her loving brown eyes and let the silence hang. "I’ll discard you like yesterday's trash."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina swallows as you let your tone bleed truth into your declaration.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The dark mare gets dressed quickly with your help. You make sure lay a towel over her cut to stop from bloodying her shorts and keep things clean until you can treat her properly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A quick peek outside to check that the coast is clear and the pair of you steal off back to the main part of campus. At the top of the steps to the school, you click open the glass and steel door with a clank of your master key. Checking around one last time, you hustle the massive centaur inside.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     As you make your way down the glass hall at the rear of the building, you see the Prez walking into the Archery Range, longbow taller than the little elf.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Dodged that bullet." You mutter as you turn right and toward the locker rooms and the gym. You notice the sound of Nina's hooves clopping along behind irregularly in the gray linoleum-clad halls. You'll have to see about that later. A lame horse is no good to you either.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You find yourself in the dark gym, lit only by the diffusion of the skylights. Your academy is large and wealthy enough that this gym is reserved only for PE and assemblies. The sports teams all have their own practice areas. For that you are thankful or there would be no archery range to enjoy.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     For the second time that day, you invade the girls locker room.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Why are we here again?" Nina pipes up, then quickly closes her mouth at the finger you press to your lips.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Three reasons." You whisper. "And I'll only need your help for the last. Wait here and play lookout until then."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The centaur nods her head and camps out behind the door, fingers nervously toying at her rich black ponytail.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You make your way to the showers. There's no sign of blood or the scuffle earlier on the old tiles. Check one off the list. You work your way back to the first aid station. With the ferocity of fights between girls here, the nurse would be swamped if every little scrape and torn scale went to her. So there's larger stations in the girls lockers and bathrooms.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You pillage the first aid station of supplies you need, stuffing coagulant and alcohol and bandages into your bag. Check two of the list.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Nina!" You call the centaur over. She still looks on the verge of tears but you don't have time for that now. "Dig around and see if you can't find a locker with a trimmer or a few razors in it. I know you've got tough hands, so tear them open if you have to.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The eight foot centaur looks on in confusion and you slap her welted rump, hard enough to make her wince. Your hand comes away sticky and red. "Stop thinking why and just start doing it. Are you asking for more punishment already?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina gets to work and between the two of you, you cobble together a stash without having to jimmy any doors. You find two disposables with some extra blades and a hair trimmer. You're pretty sure the electric contraption with a few stray violet hairs belongs one of the Cheshire twins. Well fuck them, they've stolen tons of stuff from you. This isn't even a fraction of payment.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You lead Nina back down toward the main science classroom after carefully locking up the locker room. The big centaur gives you a strange look as you stop to pull a big styrofoam drinking cup out of a garbage can on the way, checking it for cracks or holes. Satisfied, you stash it away. She has no idea what's in store.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The chemlab is the same as always, huge black epoxy counter tops and large widely spaced desks to accommodate the anatomy of all the students. There's chairs in a few standard sizes stacked at the back along with the small set of stairs for the goblin in your class to get up and do her work on the table.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your own goal is behind the lectern, the steel monsterproof door that guards the chemistry supply room. The master key won't work here, but if you know old Ms. Nasser, there should be a spare laying around. You take the previous teacher's old pair of mudboots off a glassware cabinet. Jackpot! Leave a scorpion to hide something in a boot.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The tumblers in the storage room door give with a satisfying clunk. And not three feet inside is what you want, the big liquid nitrogen storage tank.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The school always keeps a decent amount around for a few of the icier species in case of heat stroke or injury. Frost cakes the valve and you knock it off with your shoe.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Grabbing an oversized labcoat and set of thick gloves, you wheel it out to the waiting centaur. She still doesn't understand.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You were so worried that I was going to leave you." You tell her. "So I'm going to give you a chance, one chance only, to secure your place at my right hand."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You get up near the centaur's face and pull at a thick piece of metal, about as big around as a quater, out of an inset in your small vessel of holy water. "This is a small version my family's registered brand, still recognized as proof of ownership almost anywhere."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Grabbing at a sweet mocha tit to diffuse the tension and give her some reassurance, you continue. "I'm going to cold brand you as mine. There's no burns, no scars. In about three months, it will grow in white and all the world will know that you belong to me. If my vengeance is completed by then, you will always hold the spot of number one in my stable."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina stampers, unsure but not ready to bolt. You seal the deal with a kiss and she calms down. The girl might make something of herself yet.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You take out the trimmer and razors now, along with the alcohol to shave and sterilize a spot on her upper thigh. It's important to choose a place that can be hidden under panties and shorts.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Attaching the brand to a thick steel graduated cylinder cleaner, you fill the styrofoam cup with liquid nitrogen. Cold vapor rises as the nitrogen immediately begins to boil in its makeshift container.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Plunging your juryrigged branding iron in the fluid, you let it sit while you clean the rest of Nina's wounds. When you're ready, you pull the iron free, immediately covering it in frost.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You really wish you had the custom mechanical lip twitch you have been working on right now. Things are going to fuck up so bad if she gets spooked. You have to hold the brand in contact for a solid eight-count.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You switch to gentler words to sooth Nina, making her look the other way. Then you jam the frozen metal onto her thigh. The big centaur starts to look back at you to obviously ask what the fuss was all about. Then you hit three seconds and see the pain kick in. A full ton of flesh jumps and you follow the movement with your own hand as best you can, maintaining good pressure against the black skin under her hide.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She comes down with enough force to send tremors through the floor, and you see her cry out again and raise her right front hoof. Dumb horse probably went and hurt herself. You hold on for the last few seconds as couple of tears drip from her chin onto the floor.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Then it's all over. You rub a little alcohol over the spot and get her bandaged up nice. "And with that, it's a deal." You tell the dark mare and motion her down and give her a gentle kiss. The centaur shies away from the touch of your lips in fear. Then slowly, she presses her lips back to yours, each subsequent lock getting more feral, more desperate. After a few minutes she's drowning you with kisses. Her chest heaves and champion bred sepia mounds shove against you as she pulls you close.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina flinches as you interrupt her with a hard ear twitch. "This is for jumping in the middle." You twitch her other ear. "And this is for not telling me about your foot." You put a finger to her lips when she tries to speak. "But that can wait. You have a proper apology to give first."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You move a hand under her shirt and feel the toned set of her abs, working your way up to her voluminous pair of nesh melons.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina moans while she lowers herself to kiss you once more. Her strong hands carefully undo your pants. The next hour she only whispers two things. "Forgive me. Love me."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A few days pass. You shoe Nina to fix her limp, and fortunately your mechanical lip twitch and new shoes work beautifully. Later you get some odd reactions from the mare as well as an invitation to her house that you keep putting off.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     That's not important. You've almost mastered the centaur's body. What you need is to focus on your new plans. That bitch cyclops was the obvious first choice but she's been alerted. You'll need an edge. There's only one girl on the list that can give you that, June.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The huge gray pit viper lamia's venom would be an excellent tool against all the others. It's also an excellent defense, and with her tremendous strength, spade-shaped scales and dour demeaner, the great snake has even been mistaken for a Wurm on several occasions. It's a mistake nobody makes twice. Her introverted attitude and vicious streak has insured she doesn't have any real friends, just a couple of equally vicious frenemies like the salamander, Ruby.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You do give her credit in one department, she does share the hate. You are a regular recipient but you are by no means an exclusive client. She delights in tormenting men especially.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You recall the time she tied up a poor freshman kitsune in her tail and made out with the girl's boyfriend in front of her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You remember the first time she slipped some venom in your tea and you spent the rest of the day feeling like your dick was going to explode from the blood pressure. You've gotten so careful about your food and drink now. The last time she got you was at a goddamn fast food joint out of school. Nowhere in town is really safe. That's one reason you got to drinking beverages served boiling hot like black coffee. The venom breaks down under that heat.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     If only you could harness that hate and that venom. But how? You stare at a small bottle filled with brown fluid and a single spine. There are a few advantages to living in a household with week long orgies.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Taking your notes and observation data combined from your own work and Nina’s, you lay everything into motion that Friday. You stake out a bench under a tree with a good book on the snake wench’s way home. There's a nice concrete gazebo being constructed behind a sound barrier. Funding delays mean it's just been sitting there for a couple weeks. That will be just the ticket. Setting yourself as the bait in the bully trap, you smirk. Ten long minutes later and you scowl.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina is critical, and she still isn’t here yet. If that stupid horse fouled up your plans again, your bullwhip will taste blood. You pull out your phone to check her location. It shows her at home. No Nina, no darts, no cold, no plan.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your blood almost boils as you hit the call button. No text or email can properly convey the fury you need to spook the centaur into action in time.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     On the second ring a large brown hand grasps your shoulder from behind and you feel a familiar heat. Relief washes over you and you grab the hand in your own. "You're late you rotten mare, and you forgot your phone." You double check the vial in your pocket and press it into her palm. "Hurry and get in position. We're almost out of time. I'll forgo your punishment if everything still proceeds smoothly."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     There's no response, odd. Nina knows to answer you even if tears were running down her cheeks. You are about to chastise the centaur when you notice finely-manicured nails painted in intricate flower patterns. You try to get up and the hand on your shoulder holds you tightly to the bench.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You trust in her far too much, you stupid man." You hear a whisper of a stranger's voice as a second brown hand clamps over your mouth and nose with a cloth, pinning your head against a well-endowed bosom. You struggle hard at first. The rag has been soaked with something. You feel so tired.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     As you're dragged into the enclosure of the sound wall, you catch a glimpse of dark hair, familiar mocha skin, and crazy yellow eyes.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The big centaur wastes no time throwing you down on the sleeping bag you’d laid out earlier for your plan. She looks so similar to Nina, minus being shorter and having a vaguely weaker more feminine air. She lets her vivacious black hair down, pulling a zip tie from her scrunchie and binding your hands behind you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The vapors are finally starting to wear thin as she strips you to your waist. “Who the hell?” You manage to wheeze out.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The bizarro Nina smiles at you. “Guess I didn’t use enough. It’s so hard to balance chemicals for people, they’re so small.” The dark mare puts a finger to your lips. “Sis won’t be coming to help you. I slipped enough of Mother’s sleeping pills into her afternoon snack to put her out for hours.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her sister? Nina never mentioned that.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I’ve been watching you.” The horse says with an ugly smirk. “My perfect cold bitch of an older sister getting aroused by your abuse, moaning and begging.” She combs a finger through your hair and begins to run her hand over your pants. “She calls out for you in her dreams you know? ‘Master, master, look only at me. Love only me.’ It’s so sad and pathetic; I’d pity her if I didn’t hate her so much.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her thick lavender perfume is overpowering, unlike the natural sweet bouquet of the loyal horse.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I saw the swelling where she was branded. Mother would kill her if she found out. Barring that, sis would be heartbroken if your plan succeeded today. But you know, I thought of something even worse.” Then centaur forces a kiss on you and you can feel her breath quicken. Her heat is rising to an inferno, sadistic monologue coming in gasps as she presses up against you. “You own her. If I break you, if I own you, then I own her too. When I do, her punishments will become ever so cruel, more than even you can imagine."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “My name is Izzy, but you will call me mistress.” The centaur is gloating before she’s really done anything but make you go to first base. You can’t help but laugh a little inside. Her hate is strong, but she doesn’t know much.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The tall mare spits you with a look of frustration as your dick remains jello in her hands. You learned how to fight against that treatment long ago.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      You retort with literal spit, right in a bright yellow eye and a smartass grin you’ve perfected over the years.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy’s anger flares as she tries to wipe the smirk off your face with a slap that rattles the teeth in your head. The bitch has even more of a temper than her sister. At this point, all you’re stalling for is time. If only your phone wasn’t on the bench. If you could just find the opportunity to get up, you’d be able to outmaneuver her in the tight confines. She’s careful to keep her ears from you. You haven’t once been able to even try a lip twitch. The slut really has been watching somehow. Unsettling how a full one ton of four-legged bitch was able to do that.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The dark centaur gets up in your face and shakes a familiar vial in front of your eyes. Oh, shit. You’d forgotten about that. “I’m not sure what this stuff is but I have a good idea what it does.” Izzy whispers cruelly. “I told you I’m no good with dosage. If you keep fighting me, I’m just going to use the whole thing and hope it doesn’t kill you.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A loud hiss comes from behind her. “Courting a second year, and from my class. You’re way out of your league, freshman. That’s my territory.” Infrared pits sink into gray sinuses below vertical black pupils set into cold jade eyes. Ash gray skin melds into a stony banded tail. Swollen venom glands lay hidden under a high silver ponytail. Hinged fangs pop forward out of a stark white mouth, dripping yellow fluid from the pair of discharge orifices in the venom canals.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It was not the help you had been hoping for.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June slithers up to the big centaur, spade-shaped scales forging a path in the gravel. "I heard you'd taken to hanging around a centaur Anon. I guess even someone like you can attract a horse pussy." She opens her alabaster mouth and fakes a strike at Izzy that makes the horse jump. "Don't take this too personal, I don't allow any man in our little class to have a girlfriend. That's my territory."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The nag throws you to the ground, turning to face the new threat. "Mind your own business worm."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You begin to grind the plastic in your bonds against a piece of concrete. This just might work out.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Wurm? Did you call me a wurm?" The huge viper forces her thick tail underneath her and raises herself to the centaur's height in a tremendous feat of strength. "We can settle this like vipers."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy rears back, brandishing her front hooves. "We'll settle it like centaurs."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The pit viper lamia coils her tail under her and springs upward, shoving directly into into the bottom of the muscly breast of the centaur's lower half. Izzy overbalances, teetering for a moment. Gravity wins and the mare crashes down on her back, hard. You can see the scrapes and cuts on her delicate arms as she tries to turn over.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June doesn't give her the chance. You see a gray flash as four inch fangs bury themselves in the centaur's neck. The bite is long. You see Izzy's eyes dilate, scrabbling motions lessning as she finally goes catatonic.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Classic jenny mistake. You went for the finisher right as the fight began." The lamia gloats, tasting the air.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You finally burst your bonds. Dashing forward, you try to scramble around the pile of evil bitches. June trips you with her tail at the very last moment. You bite the dirt, tearing your hands up on the sharp gravel. The viper turns toward you and pulls you up by the scruff of your neck. She starts to encircle you in her coils. "Abandoning your horse pussy girlfriend? What a piece of shit. I think I should teach you a lesson."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June circles you up around your waist, pinning your arms.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You see her unfold her fangs as she leans in close. There's a terrible sharp pain as she dry bites you. You don't feel the warmth or burning sensation at all.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June looks embarrassed as your staff hangs limp. She bites into your shoulder with another stabbing pain. Still nothing.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She squeezes the breath out of your lungs when you start to laugh.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Looks like your fucking girlfriend tapped me dry. It took everything I had to put all that horseflesh into a horny stupor. She's like twenty men worth of venom." She breaths heavily on your copiously bleeding shoulder. "And I'm so fucking tired. I didn't get any sun today you know?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Yeah you did know, that little cold snap is one reason you chose today. And she should be extra exhausted after that fight. Cold-blooded animals do long slow endurance or a fast quick strike, but they can't do both well.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The gray serpent shoves your head down to her tattered jean skirt. You're one-hundred-percent sure that's rough use and not style.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "So don't make me do things the hard way." She lifts up the cloth to reveal a plain red silicone triangle with a pattern of hearts imprinted on it. She chokes you with the tip of her armored tail when you try to say something snide.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Use your tongue and warm me up, right here, in front of her. You can show her how this one hole is better than both of hers combined." The reptile peels the sticky triangle away and the smell of ammonia assaults your nose.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June laughs at your expression. "Oh, I'm shedding soon. So I didn't shower today. Surely a horse-pussy-loving freak likes it better that way?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She doesn't give you time to answer as she shoves you nose first into the nasty base-tasting folds of her cloaca.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You can't breath. The only sounds in your ears are the sloshing of her juices and the gray bitch yelling at you to use your tongue.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     After what seems like an eternity, a loud whoosh and wave of biting cold washes over you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You feel the tips of your ears freezing and you hear a hiss before a large clang silences it. The coils around your chest start to slacken and strong hands pull you free.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You dry the burning cloacal fluid off your face just in time to receive a desperate powerful kiss from familiar hot lips.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You open your eyes to see the tiredest fucking centaur you've ever seen in your entire life. Her eyes are bloodshot, the bags under her eyes are black. She must be running on pure will and adrenaline. You are so happy Izzy really is bad at drug dosage. Nina pulls you in for another embrace and you notice the huge CO2 fire extinguisher at her feet with a sizable dent in the side.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "I-I heard you call my phone in my dream" She says. "I had to answer. I had to get up." The centaur starts to bawl on your shoulder. "I m-missed your call. And I was late. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't throw me away. Just one more chance. I know I don't deserve it, but p-please. I love you." She doesn't even concern herself with her paralyzed sister or the massive snake laying unconscious at her feet.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You pat her head and give her an affectionate ear twitch followed by a deep kiss. "You're a good girl, Nina. I'll give you one more chance, after we finish this. We'll save punishment for later."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The centaur begins crying tears of joy while you dig around in the loose chat, looking for the bottle of manticore venom. After a few minutes, you find it scratched and covered in white stone dust but intact.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Even as cold as she is, June starts to stir behind you. You don't have to worry about Izzy. She's staring blankly at you, face flushed, stewing in her own love juices. You know from experience that venom has an effect for hours. You send Nina to retrieve your tools from the bench. It's time to kill two birds with one stone.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You uncork the small vial. The spine would have originally been attached to the top for application. You didn't dare steal a perfect one from the succuslut.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You try to measure out a couple drops with a pipette from your pocket. This is supposed to be powerful stuff. A regular prick from one of these spines has a fraction of a drop and this is a good thirty milliliters. You wouldn't have been able to use your original plan with darts otherwise.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Black vertical slits set in creamy jade follow you lazily as you stand over the cottonmouth lamia. You're pretty sure Nina gave the serpent a concussion. Well, it could only have improved her disposition.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It still takes some effort to prop up the gray snake and tilt her head back. There's no blood on the back of her skull, but she's going to have one hell of a knot there tomorrow.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June smiles at you, starch white mouth holding slightly agape. "Back for more, asshole?" She titters stupidly. "I'm cold."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You jam the pipette down her nose and send the venom directly into her sinuses. She snorts and a little of the venom-contaminated snot splashes against your hand.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Heat begins to bleed in through the cuts in your hand and work up your arm. You feel your heart pulse hard in response as it quickly spreads to the rest of your body. Your erection is practically tearing your pants off on its own, and your mind begins to cloud into a pink haze. By god that is strong stuff.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June's reaction is even more impressive. Slit pupils widen to dinner plates and you feel her heart beat wildly. Looks like the skank isn't immune to all venom after all. Before you realize it, you are already working down your pants.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The venom has done its own job on you and you don't even care anymore.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina returns just as you're undressing the unresisting lamia. There's hurt in her eyes but a powerful resolve as well. Your mind cranks along enough to tell her one thing. "Izzy was here to try to take me away. Family should punish their own right? There's some training supplies in the bag. You know how to use them. She won't get the pleasure of a real man for her first time. She can just watch."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The lamia's soft ashen skin feels clammy to the touch even as you see all of her body processes quickening. June begins breathing from her secondary trachea and a low whistling hiss follows as the air passes under her tongue.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A plain red bra holds slightly-larger-than-average breasts in place. You release them from their bonds to find stiff nipples and smaller mammaries than you guessed hiding under pushup pads.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The pallid gray of her face flushes darker when you rub the brazier in her face. "And here I thought you didn't care about being womanly." You ridicule.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Fuck you." The adolescent cottonmouth wheezes and tries to snap at your hand.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her mouth remains feisty even as her body compels her to coil you up and raise her core temperature to breeding levels. Cool scales wrap your legs as she twists her massive tail around your lower half.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The venom has made your own sweaty bleeding body uncomfortably burning hot, and the tepid touch of her flesh feels so nice. You rub your hands over her average tits, kneading warmth into her flesh and a funny little gasp escapes like a hiss from under her tongue.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The pink haze is growing stronger, you're starting to lose the thoughts of hate and punishment. You don't want to drag things out with this writhing female right in front of you. You'd fuck a hole in the wall right now if you could jam your dick into it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She feels so good just pressed up against you, like a cool cloth when you have a fever. You rub your dick against the soft scales guarding her cloaca.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     That provokes another dry bite into your shoulder from the viper bitch. You barely even feel it. The anticoagulant in her saliva just adds to the previous smear of red quickly turning into a coat of paint across your torso.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She's saying something now, and her eyes start to fill with tears. Your ears are deaf to all but the sound of blood pumping and the buzz of lust insisting you go on. She looks so afraid. She should. You take no heed as you plunge inside.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     There was a little resistance at the beginning, but June's slick lukewarm hole soon accepts your frenzied enthusiasm.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Broken nails on slate hands dig bloody tracks into your back. The viper flips forward her fangs and locks her jaw onto your shoulder. She works them back and forth in a venom pumping motion as she constricts around you and presses her body against yours. You no longer can tell whether tears or blood are trickling down your side. What you can feel is her lust and hate even through your foggy thoughts. You can't even think enough to care. The more you thrust in, the warmer she gets.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Soon, she's the same temperature as you are. Wet folds grasp at your dick, trying to pull you inside. Gasps and hisses issue from near your shoulder as she starts to constrict in time with your thrusts, adding force to the difficult movement of your bound legs.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Hundreds of scales as big as your hands grind on the hard gravel while you are cocooned in the writhing scales of the serpent.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You feel her strength grow with her heat. While you push to your limits to keep the snake in her place, you are only a man, a man losing a good half a pint of blood all over the place. Even the manticore venom can't stop that. With a heave, the viper finally rolls you over and pins your back to the rocky ground. Her hands grasp your wrists and her fangs keep sawing into your shoulder. Every once in awhile you feel a jarring tap as one hits your scapula.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June moves on her own now, constricting, relaxing, repeating harder and faster. Silver hair tickles against your cheek as her hips rise up high, scales scraping the corona of your glans. Then she slams down again, enveloping your dick in fresh secretions.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Head tilted in pleasure, you turn your eyes to the side. Nina has taken out the stud chain in one hand and affixed it to her sister's neck. She holds one of your several riding crops in the other, the next worst thing to the bullwhip, the loaded crop.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy is pulling at her chain that Nina is holding with more tenacity than you ever could. Your favorite centaur stays her hand as you look at her, long whipmarks crisscrossing her sister's hindquarters.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You count yourself lucky to have such a loyal pet. June feels you grow larger inside and instinctively races for the finish. The vicious viper pounds her heated flesh against yours, her cloaca sucking at you with everything she can muster.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It's been about as long as you can hold out, your own desperate motions are swallowed in her heavy muscles as you slam down the final stretch. June feels you twitching inside her and presses all the way down, her scales sliding across your testicles as she rotates and clenches your member. You spill your viscous seed deep inside her one hole, all your energy draining with each subsiding spurt.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June shudders and her teeth clamp down so hard that you think your clavicle is going to crack.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your vision starts to go black. Your last thought is confusion. You were only good for one round with the venom? You're usually good for way more without. You must be losing a whole lot of blood.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Darkness steals over you. In the gloom, all you feel is pain.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     When you finally awake, the first thing that greets you is your favorite pair of loving brown eyes.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina looks worn down to the nub, beautiful face lined with absolute exhaustion and worry. The huge centaur seems on the very verge of collapse. Old sweat stains splotch her shirt. Her black flanks are lined with white crusts of salt. She must have run herself half to death.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She sees you wake and you don't have a chance to say anything before her mouth silences yours with a hard desperate kiss. She holds it for a long time and you can feel hot tears drop onto your chest. She dries her face on a towel when she pulls away.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You're on a strange piece of furniture, like an oversized chaise the width of a full-sized bed. There's a pint bag of O- and a clear drip hung from a hat rack running into your arm. You feel pleasantly numb. As you look at the IV and bandages, a short thing with pointy ears and blonde hair catches your eye.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Oh shit.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You took some special kind of beatin' kiddo, bitch of a gnarly wipeout. Hope you gave as good as you got." The Prez hops up on the centaur's bed and tweaks your nose. "The Vicetaur won't tell me what happened but I'm here to pay back a favor, not ask questions."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Thought that bodacious lady had an eye for you, but it's no fun to tease either of you about it in this state." The peppy little elf cracks while wearing her ancient faded Beavis and Butthead t-shirt. "You're lucky to know an elf with an RA-license and some vampire neighbors. Personally, I'm prouder of my decade of high school mechanical vocation. But nobody ever asks an elf for a tuneup or a new muffler."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "I understand not wanting to involve the hospital or parents but you got totally trashed kid." She ruffles your hair. "This is a one time deal because I owed miss big dark and busty."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Prez moves to leave. She only stops at the door, face suddenly serious. "Kiddo, I'm warning you. Don't bring any of this drama to the club. Nina, next time you ask for a favor, remember I bake a badass batch of cookies, because that's all you're gonna get from this elf."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The door slams with a boom, and the Prez is gone.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You look around to get a better sense of your surroundings. There's t-shirts and sports bras strewn around the floor of the large room. A well-known centaur-sized longbow hangs from two carved mahogany hooks above the bed you're laying in. Doesn't take a sharp mind to figure out where you are, though now you kind of wish you'd taken the invitation to Nina's house earlier.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You motion to the centaur and pull her into a hug, soft twitching an ear and combing your fingers through her sweat-stiffened ponytail as she lays her head against your chest. Your shoulder protests and you nearly pop a stitch, but you just sit there quietly for a moment thinking.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Your mother isn't here?" Is the first thing you ask.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "She's out of the town for the weekend getting new shoes." Nina breathes, her heart finally calming down as you pamper her in your arms.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     That's right, another reason why you chose today. "And the snake, and your sister?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina hands you your phone. "I took some pictures and told June. I don't know how good they are, but I hope I did right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had SO little time before I wrapped you up and brought you here. I had to fight to get you out of the cunt's coils. She was still going at it, right up until the end. I had to use the extinguisher on her again. I'm so sorry. I should have known when I saw the blood. I should have acted sooner. When Prez was treating you, I went back and cleaned up every-everything." Nina's eyes are half closed, her last energy reserves exhausted.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "The other horse?" You prod with cheek tap.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     An evil grin lazily crosses Nina's face as she closes her eyes. You've not seen that level of hate concentrated in her since she broke your rib. "My dear sister is in her room contemplating her actions."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You lean over to kiss the dark mare's sweaty forehead as she falls asleep in your arms. "You did more than good my h...Nina." You stroke her hair gently and fall slowly into dreams.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You wake up hours later to deep throbbing pain in your shoulder, the big centaur still passed out on your chest. She looks so peaceful, and a little drool stains your shirt while her amazing breasts straddle your thigh. You smile a little.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Whatever feel good stuff was in the clear bag is gone now, and the blood has trickled down all it it was going to. You are thirsty and you hurt, but there's nothing wrong with your legs. Time to get up. Let the horse rest but you have damage control to attend to.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trying to leverage the big centaur off of you only meets with burning pain on your upper back, so you opt to squirm out from under the heavy girl instead, stuffing a pillow in to take your place.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Master, call me a good girl again." You freeze. Nina snuggles the pillow, rubbing her cheek in a familiar way against the cotton. The girl really does talk in her sleep.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Slipping out of the bed, you pop off the butterfly adhesive on the IV and pull it out of your vein, using a scrap of bandage to stem the flow. Wandering outside Nina's room, you are amazed at the airy strange house. It's like a giant arena dressed up as a house truthfully. Astroturf tickles your feet as you make your way to the kitchen.There's a giant bottle of Monster-Strength Advil, a box of bandages, and a note in a chair in the living room.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     'You're tough kiddo, but don't get yourself killed. Everything monster is more extreme, the love, the hate, the fights. The Vice thinks you're the bomb, so don't disappoint.' - The Prez

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Advil is a whole two years expired. Typical Prez. You grab one anyway and down it, then grab a drink from the kitchen faucet. You flip through the pictures on your phone. They look more like a monster attack than anything. Each slide highlights the blood, the fangs, the rapey predatory look in June's eye. This will definitely come in handy. If only you had the bitch's contact info. Soon, you promise yourself.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Time to check on the prodigal sibling.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Checking doors, you find a huge walk in pantry that would serve a regular restaurant. The cans are all in cafeteria size, even the fridge more resembles a meat locker. The master bedroom has a different kind of bed, and on the third try you finally find what you were looking for.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy sits in the middle of her room, surrounded by her affects. There's a computer on her desk, something you didn't see in Nina's room. The overall vibe you get is a nerdy girl trying desperately to hide it under purple and frills. If you bother to actually read the titles on the shelves, they're all stuff from the likes of Heinlein, Herbert, Clarke, Asimov, Verne and Wells and so on.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The mare in question has her back arched. All four legs have been singularly hobbled. Her hands have been cuffed behind her back. Nina's bridle sits over her face, pulled brutally tight and the reins tied to the chains of her cuffs. Some kind of makeshift gag has been shoved behind her bit, panties you think.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Crazed yellow eyes stare at you, but she's mostly lucid, venom having finally run its course. You see a stain in the carpet behind her whipmarked hindquarters. Could it be? You hear a faint buzz over Izzy's struggling snorting breaths. Nina will get a reward for this.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You walk up to Izzy. She shies, trying to pull her head back. But there's nothing she can do to keep you from grabbing an ear. You twitch it HARD, and a muffled scream responds. Looks like she's not as tough as her tomboy sister.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You whisper in her ear. "I need to talk. You scream, you give me any trouble, any funny business, and you'll regret it. You're not family, so I won't be as kind as your sister."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She nods as best she can with her ear gripped tight in your hand. You untie the reins and slide off the brow strap over her ears. With a pull you tear the whole bridle off her face. Sweaty imprints on her brown face mimic the exact seating of the straps. Izzy gags as you pull the wet baseball-sized wad of cloth off her tongue.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "So tell me honestly." You run your finger through the smooth furrow of her ear. "I know what it looks like to see a centaur get turned on. You like watching, don't you? But inside you're angry, angry that she gets all the attention, angry that the tomboy is the one getting laid, angry that Nina is just plain better than you." You push every button you can.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     That stokes the yellow fire in those eyes. "She is NOT!"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "She doesn't have to dress nice to show off her amazing body. She fought off the lamia twice that kicked your ass. She even found the time to truss you up like a little present while I was bleeding out in the next room. You bet your ass she is." You state cruelly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "She did all of that, yet she defers to me. I broke her, a horse worth ten times what you are." You twitch her ear. Her defiant mask cracks as tears start to roll down her cheeks. "And you thought you could break me? You dare pretend to be the smart one?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "I have videos." Izzy cries, her bountiful chest heaving with each whispered threat. "I can destroy the both of you."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You waggle your finger in her face. "What do you think that would do? The school already hates me. And Nina is mine, no matter what, whether your family hates me or not." You point at the computer. "Have you seen what the porn in this city is like? You really think a few home videos in that mess is going to make half a damn to any employer? You have nothing, NOTHING!" You twitch her ear for emphasis and cover her mouth to silence the mare's shriek. She bucks and shudders violently. Did she just cum?

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You ignore it and press on. "But if you feel that strongly, we should make a little video of our own. Don't you think?" You pull out your phone. Izzy really starts to cry now. This brings back memories. You start to undo your fly with your free hand. Your shoulder feels like it immolates in protest.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You know how this goes. If you're really better than Nina, then you don't need me to tell you what to do." Izzy seems to come to a decision, tentatively leaning in to lick your stout manhood.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy spits at the first taste of your dick. You probably still taste like that slut June. Gathering her courage, the centaur's hot tongue works up and down your shaft, stopping only to kiss your glans every few strokes. The young dark horse even makes sure to look you in the eye. It's not bad, but somewhat of a letdown after being spoiled by Nina. What you really need is to boil off more of this frustration from today.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Is that the best you can do? Have you learned nothing from watching your sister do a better job?" You ridicule.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The younger sister recoils like it was a physical blow. Then her dirty yellow eyes harden with determination. "Use the tongue. Work the bellows." Izzy quotes your old instructions to Nina as she pulls you between her lips. She sucks on you, hard. There's less love and gentleness in it than Nina's but as she curls her tongue into a big sucking U, cold hard deliberate effort is pulling ahead. You're impressed at her tractability.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She alternates between sucking, licking, and rubbing you on the inside of her soft hot cheeks, absolutely careful never to nick you with her teeth. Her own breath is quickening. As she feels you begin to twitch, you feel gentle vibrations course through your cock. The horse is giving you a hummer, on her first blowjob. Izzy is really putting her heart into it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      Those calculated forceful ministrations are bringing you to the edge. You watch her carefully for any sign she's going to bite as her pace increases. She pulls a vacuum seal on your rod as your hips finally spasm in orgasm and you blast thick gummy white cum into her mouth. There's so much and it keeps coming, one, two...seven spurts, each almost as strong as the last. Must be an aftereffect of the venom.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The centaur doesn't choke, she just looks at you and slowly pulls free, lips sealed. She chews, by god she chews your load before swallowing.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Tell me that wasn't better than her first time." Izzy challenges. Only her eyes beg the admission.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "That was better than her first." You soft twitch Izzy's ear. "But nowhere near her current level. A wild mustang can never compare to a well-trained mare."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The centaur huffs up and tries to get up on her knees, her ponytail swishing angrily. She finally settles down and you can see the teeth of the gears in her head clicking and spinning. After a minute, Izzy looks you dead in the eye. "Maybe I can't beat you. Maybe I don't need to. You don't really care about Nina right? She's just a tool to you, an adoring pet?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You hard twitch her ear. She shrinks back down. "Get to the point." You order.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Don't underestimate my hatred for my dear sister. Do you know the things I'd do to see her crushed? To see her face if she was no longer your favorite." Izzy almost shudders with pleasure at the thought.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The young centaur's eyes gleam with that crazy light. The girl is definitely less stable than her sister. "I have skills she doesn't have. I'd be more use to you. Surveillance, access to student permanent records, I have it all and most of her strength. Give me a little time and I'll even be a better fuck."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "She has something you don't in spades. She's loyal." You scowl.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Then give me a chance." The dark horse offers. "I'll prove I'm better, far better than that brute. What do you care? The best tool for the job right?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You consider it for a long moment. If nothing else, she'll be easier to break if she walks in willingly. You walk around to her rump, naked bruised and soaked in her secretions of lust. One of your vibrating eggs lays buzzing on the carpet. You feel yourself rising again at the thought of both sisters at your beck and call. You place your dick between the hot drenched lips of her labia, getting a taste before you remove the vibrators, if only for a short while.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You grace her with your most commanding stare. "Show me how bad you want it."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy back ups to you, gasping as she rubs her slit against your hips.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her genuine moans that night seal the deal.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina takes the news of Izzy's recruitment as well as can be expected. You can tell it hurts her, but the mare needs to learn that her purpose is to serve. She cannot put her own wants above yours. In it's own way, it brings you closer to truly breaking the horse.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You reassure her of her place as your favorite, but you know the hate between the two centaurs will cause heavy friction for some time. Competition is good but you make it clear that any sabotage from either of them in the greater plan will not be tolerated.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     That doesn't stop Nina from asserting her dominance over her sister when you go to off to shower on Sunday.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     With Izzy's help, you've tapped your phone into her bug network, and the argument comes in loud and clear from Nina's bedroom as you wait for the water to warm up.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "...so know you little troublemaking cunt that I'm Master's destrier, his great steed. You are nothing but a palfrey, ambling along. That's how it is and how it always will be." You've not heard that venom in the girl's voice since she beat the hell out of the cyclops weeks ago.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy responds with a smug laugh. "So he only uses you when he makes war and rides me the rest of the time? I find that division more than acceptable you overgrown brutish bitch."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     There's scuffling sounds and you hear the crazy horse laugh again. "Go ahead. Do it. Disobey him. I'd love to see you explain breaking your little sister's face to Master. You know the disappointment he'd have in his eyes, to see him know that his favorite can't even follow a simple command like 'Get along with your sister'?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     This is going to need to stop. Competition is one thing, but this blatant antagonizing will make Nina snap eventually.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The big warhorse takes the high road this time. You hear her let off some steam with an angry snort. "Fuck you. Get out of my room."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy just can't resist a parting shot. "Oh, I'll get plenty of that from Master."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina shuts the door in a thundering slam. "Nobody will take Master from me, nobody." She swears.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You keep things carefully balanced for now. Your main concern is dealing with the aftermath of June. Izzy confirmed there's no warrant out for you, and slutccubus said the only boys in blue at your house were the friends she invited over for some fun. So odds are there's no investigation. It's a concern that elevates to a priority threat when the lamia slithers into class on Monday.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You barely recognize her. The viper's once ashen skin is now a deep slate gray. The stony banded tail is now so dark it's almost black with only the faintest hints of pure black banding. Her scales shine with that newly-molted look. Only her silver hair and her eyes remain the same, those cold jade eyes with vertical slits devoid of mercy.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her appearance provokes some catcalls from the other few lamia in class.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Shed into her adult scales. So the prude ain't so chaste after all. And after acting all high and mighty over constrictors. Turns out a viper is just another snake."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "I don't see a ring on the slut. He do the smart thing and run?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "He probably did if it was an arranged marriage."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Or she finally broke down and attacked some poor slob."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The gossip fills the air but June holds her head high in defiance as she sits at her desk. It's a unique experience to see the horrible machinations of the students operate from the outside for once.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The bell rings and homeroom teacher eventually quiets everyone down so you can get to the daily grind of classwork. About a half hour in, you feel something jab your ankle. Looking down, you see it's a note, tied to a black armored tail. You take it surreptitiously, careful not to alert the vultures around you, and the fat muscled tail retracts back to its owner. The note only reads "Roof, After School, Alone, Or Else" The cottonmouth never once looks at you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Between classes you alert your stable to the situation and set things in motion. You don't have much time to plan but this is too good an opportunity to pass up.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Hours later, the roof is deserted. Izzy is running lookout from her new laptop back in one of the supply rooms with your master key. She has a direct line to the bluetooth in your favored horse's ear. Nina stands slightly behind you and to your side, flexing her fingers and clenching fists nervously.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The warhorse of a girl is expecting a fight. Your instincts tell you otherwise, but you'd be an idiot to be up here without backup.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The metal door opens and the great serpent slowly separates herself from the darkness of the the stairwell.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She looks incensed to see the centaur. "I thought I said come alone."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "A horse isn't anybody. But then a snake isn't either. I am alone up here." You retort.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June slithers up to you, eying Nina carefully. The centaur stampers, ready to intervene at any moment. You quiet her with a soft scratch on the withers.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "So this is the real centaur you are so fond of? And you were cheating with the other one? Her sister or cousin or something?" June hisses. "You really are a complete and utter piece of shit." The words are hard but they don't have the usual bite behind them. Exasperation would be closer.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina balls her fists and you skin twitch her. You want to see where this leads.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Cold jade eyes look into yours, harder even than you remember. "I called you up here for only one reason. To tell you what you took from me. My species of lamia mates once and for life. Husband dies? Get raped? Too bad, you only get the one shot."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You thumb your nose. "Well I'm truly sorry June. If I would have known that, I would have brought you a toy or perhaps a nice wild dog instead."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The lamia can hardly contain her rage as she opens her bleach white mouth and rotates out her fangs with a hiss. Then she looks at the ruthlessness in your horse's eyes and settles down. Maybe Nina did something even more than she said that day?

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "So you're my only one. That doesn't mean I have to like you or listen to you or even be near you." June spits. Her body raises even higher off the ground as she gets more worked up.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "My Papa, my own Papa, called me liar when I told him what happened. He said it was the same pin-the-blame ploy Mama pulled when she raped him as kids. He didn't even care one of my venom glands broke. So I went down to the station. When the police heard your last name, they just laughed at me, said they knew your family through your stepmom and for me to get out before I made a bigger fool of myself." A single tear glistens in the corner of her stony eye. She's too proud to let them pour forth.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      You sneer. "It sucks when nobody is on your side, doesn't it. It's a feeling I knew for a very long time." You put your boot heel to her spirit. "But tell me, was all the fun you had over the last two years worth the price?" You brush past the pit viper to leave and ragged broken nails cling to your shirt.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina stays her hand with a glance from you as the viper grabs your arm with a vicelike lukewarm hand. "What is it you want from me, really?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You strike your best magnanimous grin. "Only your penitence, number, and maybe to milk a little venom." She lets go. "That's all?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You turn your back and get to walking as Nina grabs the cottonmouth's number and Izzy tests it. "I don't want anything else. You were wrong. Horse pussy is better."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     From the doorway, you can't quite tell if you hear a hiss or a sob.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     This situation should be somewhat manageable now. You'll keep an eye on it as things evolve. Time to start drawing plans up for the chesire twins...as soon as you iron out some wrinkles between the centaurs.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Later that week you begin the centaur's cooperation training in earnest. You'll need it for the next stage. The two dark mare's still jostle and needle each other every chance they get.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina hates and loves equally. Izzy only hates, but she's beginning to take a sincere liking to the pleasure. You learn from Nina's own efforts that Izzy wasn't a virgin that day in the park. Apparently she had been stealing some of her mother's toys and using them while she spied on the two of you. You knew the girl liked to watch, and you doubly know now how unhinged she really is. But as long as she has focus, she should continue to be a valuable asset.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Today you're stepping up their program to force them to be comfortable in each others' space.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Two pairs of fiery wet lips caress your neck and cheeks as two titanic sets of chocolate-toned tits mold themselves to your chest. Five lusty hearts pump in concert including your own in a two ton sweaty heap of flesh.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy's huge soft hand works up and down your hard meat, thumb working over your head and rubbing in a regular pattern around the corona with her knuckle."Feels good right? Sis can't do this with her rough mannish hands." She whispers, suckling on your earlobe.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina pulls your face toward hers and away from her sister, kissing you deeply and making sure you only look into her eyes. Not five minutes in and it already begins.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You grab both their ears and twitch hard, Izzy immediately cowers but Nina fights through it, finishing her kiss with a sweet peck on the cheek.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You force both of them down to your hips, the whole range of grande tetons heavy on your lap, swallowing you up in firm broiling heat.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The thumping beats of their two primary hearts send electrifying tremors through your dick as each thud jiggles their tits ever so slightly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Press them together, both of you." You order.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You force them to look into each others' eyes. You're sure the sheer hate in the air between them could light a match.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy complies first, anxious to show her sister up. Her smaller breasts are easier to get a handle on than the big warhorse's. Nina uses her experience to take the lead, looking at you seductively, setting the rhythm. The combined weight and force of their paizuri is like an unstoppable engine. If you stray but a little from the sweat and precum-lubricated cross-shaped cleavage, you run the serious risk of a penile fracture. But with Nina at the helm, you're able to put any of those worries aside and fully indulge in the rare pleasure of titfucking symmetrically-docked centaur sisters.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Both turn to you, looking for approval. You soft twitch their ears to encourage them. "That's my girls." Endorphins flood their brains and Nina's eyes roll back a little. Izzy's tongue pokes out from her lips.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The girls push faster, and your own eyes begin to look to heaven. The adrenaline rush almost supercedes the control rush. Silky black hair pours through your fingers as they guide your piston like a well-oiled cam.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You decide to try something new. Ensnaring their ponytails, you pitch forward and force the both of them into a three-way kiss. Nina's and Izzy's lips meet yours in a sweltering clash of brown skin and saliva. It's slobbery and awkward, but still so satisfying as both girls try to suck more of your mouth into their own.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You let them fight over your tongue as you ride the wave of ecstasy each time you jam your dick into the crook of their breasts.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     All too soon you reach the verge of orgasm, the very brim of lust surrounded by the sin of horseflesh. Puffing and gasping, your hips shudder as you cum, spouting a tiny geyser of white deep into their infernal semen trap of lasciviousness and breasts.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It takes a minute to catch your breath. You almost let your libido run away with you. You almost forgot the training.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You both did good." You kiss each mare in turn. "Clean each other up, with your tongues." You demand. "Then it's time for round two."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The cultivation of the two centaurs continues with due diligence. If nothing else, the practice makes them accustomed to working in close quarters together. They may dislike each other but training will tell when the time comes. Threesomes have almost become more habit than not. There are a few snatches of strangeness, but in a good way.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     During one night, Nina is making out with you while you drive yourself into Izzy. Her sumptuous mounds and hard nipples slide against your bare sweaty chest. "You know it's a little romantic." Nina whispers. "This is the closest I'll ever get to holding you in my arms while making love at the same time."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      It's almost the right moment to make your move on Trisha and Nessa.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     That next night you decide it's time to call in a favor from June. The phone rings long: once, twice, thrice, four times. Eventually she picks up.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Yeah." A rough hiss is the only greeting you get.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Did you think I’d forgotten you? Perhaps you hoped I had." You begin the short, persuasive conversation, one that has you meeting her in one of the unused classrooms the next evening.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy has the place bugged, and Nina is on standby. But for all immediate concerns you are alone with the great serpent. Up close you notice the slight unevenness of the silver hair on her crown where her right venom gland has failed to heal.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It may give you less venom to work with but it's good insurance. One gland is still plenty to give you all you need, but she could barely take down Izzy with both fully operational. She wouldn't stand a chance of tranquilizing Nina.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The adder stares stone-faced at you. You could almost believe she was a finely-sculpted statue if it wasn't for the eyes.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She sets a medium jar on the desk between you with a crystalline clink. The glass shimmers, full of almost half a liter of dirty yellow liquid. "A whole weeks worth." The viper looks you in the eye with cold calculating hate.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June has learned in her heart to let her ire fester, to truly despise someone from the bottom of her soul.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your own dark heart senses in her a kindred spirit, someone who will never let it go, who will keep digging until the hole is long past deep enough to bury her. She will make her own suffering, and you will hold her hand every slink and slither of the way.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You set down a smaller empty jar in return. "Now June, you know I was taught better than to trust a snake." You smile. "We're going to have to do this fresh."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She tries to grab the empty jar and you stay her hand. "No, I know how to milk a viper. But first, let me check your mouth." The viper sniffs indignantly but doesn't resist as you open her jaws.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The pure white of her mouth is even more impressive with the contrast of her new darker skin. You pull out a stainless steel spoon from your pocket and work the back under the fang sheath covering her twin hypodermic daggers and the soft pallet.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The mass of skin slides back as you pull the huge fangs forward. Despite her cool facade, you see them twitch back and forth nervously.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You take extra care to check the fang attached to the broken gland. There's no hint of venom there, so she hasn't been faking. You check behind the main fang, and see a secondary propped up and ready to take its place. There may be a way to jumpstart the healing process. You're not sure why things have been taking this long in the first place. Surely a quick visit to the doc is not outside the means of any kid in this expensive institution? Maybe she wanted you to feel guilty? Well she's barking up the wrong tree.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You hold the jar under her good fang and let down her long platinum hair. She has a certain natural beauty, but you've never met a monstergirl that you would call unattractive, at least never one without a cute face.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A single drop lands in the base of the container. June grabs your wrist when you move to touch the gland on her head. "I'm not a child."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Must have been nice, having venom since the day you were born." You pull your hand away. "Being able to lord over the manticores and the dragons and the other tough girls until they hit puberty."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You pause. "And maybe when you started to get into fights, your daddy milked you to make you play nice with the other kids until you got old enough and responsible enough to handle it. Maybe that's why daddy didn't help you now, because you're still not responsible." You slip the words into her ear like a knife into her side. "Tell me, how close am I?" You twist the blade.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The black slits in June's eyes won't look at you now.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Too close huh?" You whisper.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She doesn't make a sound as you rub her venom gland firmly, but with care. Fine silver hair tickles your fingers over her slate-gray scalp. Fresh, pure unadulterated venom trickles into the jar. A small jet accompanies each push along with a tiny breath through her secondary trachea. Finally, you empty her. The last drop falls with a splash. You look at the small two fingers of snake juice in the jar. The fruits of your labor are somewhat disappointing. She must have added to the big jar in the morning.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "It'll have to do." You mutter as you take the bad fang in your hand.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June shoves you off with strong arms, maybe as strong as Nina's. "I know what you're doing, and I can do it myself." You stand speechless as the pit viper reaches a dark hand into her mouth, and wrenches it forward. There's a wet tearing sound as she pulls it free followed by a loud thunk as she jams it into a wood desk scarred by years of student claws and teeth.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Well that about does it." You tell her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "That's it?" The big crotaline asks.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Things to do my dear adder. I am like an evil spirit, seeking rest and finding none." You turn to leave as a great black tail wraps around your face.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You really never know when to just shut the fuck up." June hisses. You can't breath as she constricts, dragging you down to the linoleum.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The pit viper ropes your upper body in her coils. She's not built to squeeze but her raw strength is more than enough to hold you in place. Her belly scales hold tight over your mouth and nose, too tough to bite through, too smooth to breath around.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy asks if everything is alright through your earpiece, but the small piece of wafer silicone and plastic is scattered on the far end of the room. Nina will come any minute, but that's minutes when seconds count.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "It's my turn to talk now." The serpent susserates. "You burned a lot of my dreams Anon, but after our little talk on the roof, I managed to scrape a few new ones out of the ashes." June grabs the big jar off the table.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You know the viper bond doesn't go just one way? I'm sure you've noticed, the increased stamina, the virility, all those chemicals stored in your bones the last couple of years finally leaking out."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Every man in class has been exposed to plenty of my venom, even you. I made sure to be prepared, even for the worst case scenario." The lamia sighs with old disappointment and unscrews the top of the jar.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You know there's a difference between a girl's venom and that of a woman? A little girl's is made to get a man, a woman's is made to keep him. It's addictive, as much as manticore venom. Even Papa still belongs to Mama, no matter how many times he visits her grave to prove she's gone. He's never really free."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June pulls her discarded fang free of the oak and dips it in the liquid. "It's all about having the right frame of mind. I'm not yours. You're mine." She draws a line of sweet heat down your arm. "It's too late, even if you killed me, you'd still be mine."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your giant warhorse of a centaur bursts through the door at that exact opportune moment, fire extinguisher in hand.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June sneers as she raises her hands and lets you go. "Take all the venom you want. It will never be enough. You'll always come back for more, until you have to beg for it."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You grab the loose fang and both jars of venom and take your leave. Your body is already burning, blood flowing south, as you step through the door. "Nina!" you command the mare to follow urgently.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She spits at the floor in front of June and gives her a deathly glare before following you out, taking special care to smash the discarded earpiece under a steel shoe while staring into the serpent's cold green eyes.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The centaur canters up behind you in the hallway. "Anon, are you sure it's wise to just leave? She wasn't punished at all. If you want, I could take care of..."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You hush her with a slap to the withers as you open up a dark classroom. You grab the tall mare by the hand and lead her inside. "There's something else you need to take care of first." The poison is powerful indeed, and unlike the manticore venom it leaves your mind lucid but presses your body to the limit. Your erection is so hard it hurts. It was all you could do to leave calmly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina looks at you with concern but sits down and bends over her torso. "Master, I don't think you should be alone around June. She's dangerous." Full lips lovingly take you in her mouth. What follows is what you would describe as the best blowjob of your life.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina is right. You'll need to watch yourself. You can see the truth in the addictiveness of this substance. You may handle it, but you should take the utmost care to never be exposed. You only hope it works half as well on monsters.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Soon you'll have the chance to find out.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha and Nessa are typical cheshire cats, sneaky, tricky and love pulling pranks. Their brand of bullying has been different from the other girls. They've never once beaten you up or threatened you. They just love to steal your shit all the time in ways that humiliate you or make you look like an ass. It's a constant low level tease and torture, everyday. You know what they say though, it's the little things that make a man snap.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Test day for your first year exit exams? That whole box of new pencils you needed vanishes from your desk. "Oh Anon, that's a shame. You can borrow one of mine." The cheshire says, rattling the same box under your nose. Nessa would give you that shit-eating grin even while you fumed. "Stole them? How rude! Well I'm not going to share if you're going to be mean about it."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You used to have a bike that you would ride to school. After club one day you come to see the bikelock cut and abandoned on the rack. You saw the both of them riding double on it down the street the next day, teleporting from sidewalks to house roofs and having a great time. You had nothing to prove it was yours. They even got a second one later that looked the same so they would have a matching pair.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The two of them with their unique abilities, it's almost impossible to prove anything they do. Trisha has gotten so good at teleporting fast over short distances, she can actually make it look like she is in both of their chairs at once for a few moments. A few moments is all Nessa ever needs to go cover up the evidence.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     These things by themselves seem small, forgivable, but it's been this way almost every school day, for two years.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You've been researching their biology with help from Izzy, and you think you finally have them dead to rights. It's time for them to learn you're not some half dead rat to paw around.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You'll need both centaurs for this.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The plan all hinges on one thing, getting everything right the first time. And none of your plans have exactly proceeded smoothly at this point. You'll need timing and a double heaping of luck.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You bait the trap as best as you can, leaving yourself nice and vulnerable in the cafeteria at your own table. A homemade lunch you got from Nina sits in front of you. You told the big warhorse "light lunch" but this is enough for three grown men, scratch that, three hungry lumberjacks.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Maybe this is light for a centaur." You mutter to yourself as you look at the mountain of garlic penne and broccoli. There's tomato soup with egg noodles and hot black coffee in two thermoses. And in a separate dish, a whole goddamn single layer carrot cake for desert. The big sweet has a note on it 'Sis can't bake, so I helped with the cake.'-Izzy

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June slithers by and gives you a knowing nod and a nasty grin. Looks like it's going to be just soup and coffee after all.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You make a show of pulling out your two "one-day only" spa tickets and looking at them half hidden under the table, like a kid who knows they shouldn't peek but can't resist. That little move is like catnip to the twins. Well, and to a couple other sharks in the water but you gotta roll the dice sometime. Lisa is at her own table far away and Ruby is currently picking on her former frenemy, June.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Almost on cue you hear a little purr next to your ear. "Nice lunch you got there, Anon. Heard you had some big girl you were hanging around lately." Nessa says.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Another appears next to your other ear. "I don't see her here with you. But she sure seems to like you. Look at all that effort." Trisha's slightly lower voice purrs.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "A real shame, would have been lovely to meet her, absolutely lovely." Nessa says jovially.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     As quick as they were there, they disappear. And your two tickets are gone with them.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Recherché Nettle is a unique spa, know only to select clientele. You only have access to it through leveraging bits of info you've picked up in passing from some of the step-sluttcubus's fuck buddies lounging around the house.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The place is one hundred percent human-staffed, men and women. It's about as high-class and tame as you can get in Little Monster City. No worries of a sexually-frustrated Oni masseuse flipping out in the middle of a full body massage or any of the man traps that exist under the spa banner in oldtown.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It's also a place that maintains strict privacy of its clients. No matter what goes on in your own room, it stays there. It's a place to escape for a few days from the outside world. Rumor has it that influential monsters even sometimes take young men to break there. Well, time to turn those tables. The only rules are to not harass the staff or the other patrons. With your reservation for five and instruction that this is a big surprise party for friends, that shouldn't be an issue.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The receptionist was almost too familiar with the setup. She only seemed suspicious that a man was making the reservation but quickly acquiesced when you gave her the stolen slutccubus's club member number.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     As the weekend nears, you only hope you're not biting off more than you can chew.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Friday night, you roll by for an early check in. The crazy horse is porting her tech gear and the warhorse is hauling the regular baggage. It comes home to you again that even among monstergirls, centaurs are really hard to provide transport for.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     At least something like a lamia can cram into the back of a cab or shuttle. On top of that you have to deal not with one steed but a budding remuda.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You see the Nettle is more than just a name as you ride into the parking lot of the wide squat complex. Three types of Solanum decorate the outside, purple and yellow flowers attended by diligent giant black bumble bees and sphinx moths.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It does have a natural reassuring air, but you can't help but feel it's a warning as well. The calmest prettiest beauty can hide a painful sting. Shaking your superstitious thoughts you walk through the automatic glass doors into the atrium.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A gigantic glass dome skylight covers the whole area and more plants grow inside. A severe-looking woman with horn-rimmed glasses is running the main desk. "Do you have a reservation?" Ice blue eyes bore into your party, only doing a slight doubletake when you step forward instead of one of the centaurs.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     This is exactly the sort of hardened human employee you would expect to survive working with rowdy and stressed monsters every day.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Early check-in for three for the Lily party." You put on your best bluffing face. Wouldn't do any good to look nervous. You only hope the girls behind you are just as convincing.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Lily...as in Lily Anon? Not the usual this time I see." A single eyebrow arches. "You have the card?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     After a show of digging through your pockets, you say you must have forgotten it at home. But you have the member number.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Disbelieving eyes peer over the top of strong prescription lenses. "Early check in will cost more points. Let me just make a call to make sure you have enough."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She picks up an ancient beige phone and hammers in a few buttons. There's not much more to the conversation than "Yes, some of the Lily party is here for an early check in to set up their surprise party for tomorrow. Yes. Yes. Of course. Thank you mam."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The woman's dour mood seems to evaporate, and you can't quite figure out why. She graces you with a practiced smile. "Right this way, our usual suite is open for you."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The receptionist motions two squeaky clean bellhops in pressed white suits and gloves to take your bags. They lead you past the main attractions of pools and massages and even a large tropical conservatory to the hotel-like rooms in the back. You pass many different monsters on the way, some alone some with men, some happy some hungry. A well-dressed mature manticore tries to stop you in the hall, only to be driven off by your escorts. You can tell Nina in particular is on edge. These are movers and shakers, not students she could beat into submission under a pretext. As you walk along you're pretty sure you even saw an elf that looked almost like the Prez at the bar by the main pool. 'No fucking way.' You think to yourself,

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     When they open up the double doors to the suite with an old fashioned brass key, you take a short sharp breath. The main room is gigantic with couches and a full-sized hot tub you could swim in, even big enough for a centaur. A projector hangs from the ceiling pointing at a large stretch of pure white wall. Several doors branch off of it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A gold placard reads "Gaius Germanicus Suite" and has an arrow pointing left to the "Mirror Room" and right to the "Dungeon". Yeah, definitely the sluttcubus's speed. It slips your mind how wealthy she seems sometimes, not that she ever spends a penny on your family. It must take an army to steam clean this place after a guest like that. You vaguely wonder if they just burn the linens, you would.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Taking the key and tipping the bellhops well, you quickly shoo them off and set to work. First and foremost is setting up the various cameras and bugs. Working under Izzy's direction, you and Nina unpack and deploy every bit of gear from the two big pelican cases. You're not finished until late into the night, but everything is ready when the cats show up in the morning.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The wakeup call from the front desk jars you from sleep where you passed out at Nina's side. The big warhorse is holding you like a big pillow and snuggling into your chest. Izzy is snoring with her head tilted back, laptop forgotten on the couch. They are both such sound sleepers.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Time to get up!" You shout. "That's the signal. They're here."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Izzy wakes with a starts but Nina yawns and tries to move your hand to her breast. "Master please, just a little. It's been two days."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You stop her with a kiss and a soft twitch. "Soon." You promise. Sleepy brown eyes widen as she realizes she wasn't dreaming. She flushes darker as Izzy laughs.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You clear all your gear into the dungeon and then privacy lock the door. The private network Izzy set up is humming along nicely and you have video and audio for every part of the suite.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Five minutes later you see the main door slam open and a cheery bundle of striped violet fur pops in. "Woooo, yeah! Now this is some top-shelf place." Nessa marvels at the room.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha teleports in with the bags, and seems a little less excited. "I didn't think it would be this fancy, all that exclusive reservation stuff and this room. It's not like stealing some gymclothes." She seems a little uneasy.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa grabs her sister by the shoulder and points at the plaque. "Naw Trish, don't feel guilty for a second. This is some kinky shit. Guy's a freak, and it's too late to get cold feet, we're already here. I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest. Now shake a leg, I want to explore the rest of this pad and try the hot tub before we go get our hair done."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The big jacuzzi is already filled and bubbling. Your gift basket next to it of snake venom wine and bubblebath you whipped up looks like it attracted their attention well. Plan A is working so far. You're still holding your breath. At least there are backups.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha examines the bottle. "Owl Harpy Wood Chablis 1996, not a bad year. Not a fan of dry whites. Want some Ness?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "I'll try anything that's free." Nessa says as she rattles the locked door on the dungeon. "I wonder if this door goes to a different suite that links in?" There’s a little pop as she teleports to the other end of the room.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Haha, Trish, you gotta check this out! Well, we know this place was named after Caligula now for sure. I guess you need a bed this big for horse pussy." Nessa calls from the door to the mirror-filled master bedroom as Trisha continues rummaging through the rest of the basket for goodies.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Eventually they settle down and hop into the hottub in their bikinis. Their playful bodies aren't exactly curvaceous or stacked but they're lithe and womanly, very catlike. A couple glasses of wine and the heat and venom starts to slow them down. Ears go lax, lids go heavy, and the mics pic up a gentle purr over the sound of the jacuzzi as they relax. There should only be a bit of poison in there to heat them up and dull their reflexes just enough. You click over the lock to the dungeon silently. The two centaurs stand ready at your side. All or nothing time.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Slamming the doors open, two tons of flesh on eight hooves thunder into the room. The cheshire’s barely have time to register the dark blurs before they’re being hauled out of the water by the violet scruffs of their necks.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     There’s indignant mewling and hissing as the pair try to figure out just what the hell is going on. Sharp claws flail, and Izzy has a hard time holding onto her charge. The fiery furballs stop and sharp gold eyes focus quickly on you when you walk into the room.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      “You” Trisha starts in surprise. Her ears are laid flat and back, ready for a fight.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Me.” You reply.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa ignores you completely as she turns to Trisha and flashes her trademark grin. “Does he think our abilities don’t work just because we’re wet? What the fuck does he think this is, Predator?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “That would explain the two mudskins holding us Ness.” Trisha seems to relax a bit as her confidence returns. You can tell they think they’re the ones playing with you now.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      “I was thinking more like it's why we’re surrounded by a bunch of slack-jawed faggots.” Nessa laughs and Trisha joins in. Both give you their infamous exit smile. They hold it for a second. Your shriveled heart warms to see the panic begin to spread on their faces.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You sneer. “You’re both wrong. I’m the goddamn sexual Tyrannosaurus.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You look to your centaurs to signal them. Reaching into their shirts, both sisters pull small syringes from their hiding spots in umber cleavage. The dirty yellow liquid inside promises to make for an entertaining day.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Both cats try to squirm and fight when the centaurs go in for the shot. Nina is smart and holds Nessa far out from her body. Izzy isn't so bright in that department and Trisha's panicked clawing tears up her front pretty good, destroying her shirt and leaving thin red tracks over lots of her torso. To her credit, the crazy horse holds on tenaciously and jams the syringe in Trisha's neck. The volume needed here meant anything but legitimate tranquilizer darts would need to be administered by hand. In Little Monster City, that sort of thing is very tightly controlled, as much for monsters that would use it for man hunting than anything else.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The cheshire's pupils immediately begin to dilate as the venom begins its work. The scene immediately makes Nessa fight twice as hard and try to kick at Nina while tearing up the warhorse's wrist.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your favorite centaur deftly jabs the hollow needle into the soft part of Nessa's neck and shoves the plunger down.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     After a few minutes, both felids are calmly looking at you, breathing heavily. Nessa begins caterwauling, a terrible lusty sound. Trisha just stares at you. She's got a harder will than Nessa. "Stop this Anon, before you do something you'll come to regret."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You ignore her for a moment while you clean up and bandage up your remuda. The big nails on a cheshire are nothing to laugh at. It will take some time for your horses to get healed back up.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Finally you walk up to Trisha and touch her burning red face. "Still wondering what happened? Where did your lovely wildcard powers go? I'll tell you a secret, they're still there. Do you remember when you were a kitten? Didn't your mother ever hold you by the scruff to keep you from zapping off when you got in trouble?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You smirk. "Every kitten grows up to be a cat. They seem so harmless at first, sweet and quiet. Then when their claws grow long enough, they draw blood. But that little trick never stops working."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You signal the centaurs to let both of them down. The dark horses' arms were starting to shake with the weight anyway. "The heavy venom should keep you from focusing enough to cause trouble now. Do you know what people do to cats that just can't learn to keep their claws off other people's stuff?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha disappears with a pop and reappears a mere foot away, panting. Nessa tries the same and makes it half as far. "Come on, what did we ever do that warrants this? It was just a little fun, just a game."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "He doesn't understand Ness. I don't think it was ever fun for him." Trisha says, trying to get up and falling back on her butt and crying out when she sits on her tail.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     As you pull the hoof nipper out of a bag, you nod. "Torture seems closer than fun. I'll instruct you in the difference soon enough."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha puts up a paw to stop you. "P-please, how about we t-talk instead?" She turns her head to Nessa. "Ness, tell him why you s-started the game."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa laughs. "You tell him, it was your fault. I can't think enough tell a story right now." She rubs a paw almost absentmindedly between her thighs, slipping two furry fingers under her swimsuit. She turns to you. "Can't we just have some fun? It's not like we hate you. You're a freak. Who cares?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Cheshire’s unexpected reactions rattle the centaurs. You can see Nina grit her teeth and dig her nails into her palms. You’re not sure if it’s the insult or the invitation for sex.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     ‘Don’t plan the plan if you can’t follow through.’ You think to yourself as you stalk up to Nessa, giant nippers in hand. She cowers from you as your shadow creeps over her. Finally, a little real fear.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Hold out your hand." You command.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Please don't hurt her!" Trisha yells, wet eyes begging you to stop.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You turn to her slowly and give her your best reassuring smile. "I won't hurt either of you if you just do as I say." You loom over Nessa. "Now Nessa, easy way or hard way."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The cat tentatively holds out her royal-colored paw, the hair at the tips of two fingers wet and slicked down.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Nails out." You prompt. "Unless you want something more permanent than a trim."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Razor-sharp translucent white claws poke out from soft hair, stained with a little fresh red and bits of horse arm. "Stay still." You warn as you bring the hoof nipper to the boundary between the tip and the quick of the nail. A quick clench of the nippers will make an easy cut under the curve. A little click and Nessa gasps in surprise but not pain. Two full centimeters of nail falls to the carpet. Click, click, click, click, the other four claws follow quickly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Chesire looks at you confused. " What's the point of this? Even a creep wouldn't set all this up for some nail clipping." Nessa mews.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Patience, it's not over yet. Your other hand if you please, then your feet." Quickly, dexterously, you nip every sharp point one by one. The keratin is quickly swallowed into the thick shag carpet of the suite. When you are done, you cast the hoof nippers aside, and take her chin in your hand. You lift her head until bright yellow eyes look into your own.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "I know in your heart, that you and your sister have not hated me the way others have. Misery made through ignorance is still misery, but I am not all monster yet." You kiss her yielding lips gently, tasting of dry wine and the faint warmth of June's venom. "My charity is not all spent. This is a singular warning. Enjoy your time here, then break your bad habits. You dare pull anything after your claws have grown back, I'll declaw you for real." She shudders with the sensation of you running your hand across her cheek as well as the words. You rub a black-striped ear and she lets out a small cry. "We'll see how nimble those fingers are if you're missing the first joint of every one. Take today as a message. If I went this far for a warning, how far I would go for real punishment?"

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A purple paw grabs your shirt as you pick up the nippers to repeat the process with Trisha. "Wait, I’ll take responsibility. Don’t humiliate Trisha too. She used to have a little crush on you, you know? I started the game. It’s me that deserves this. “ Nessa stops you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “My offer of a little fun still stands. Why don’t you put those down and come have some with me?" Nervously, she pulls you by your collar and kisses you. She starts softly then presses hard.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Chesire slides her silky cheek across yours until her whispering lips touch your ear. “The bed, you’ll have to carry me.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You know the twins are tricky but the temptation is great and the risk is low. You turn to your remuda. “Nina, guard Trisha. Izzy, eyes glued to the monitors.” You throw the nippers back behind you and far out of reach. You lift up the lithe light felid in a princess carry and fuzzy paws wrap around your neck. The wet fur of her legs soaks your shirt.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "Well isn't this romantic?" Nessa purrs. She twists her head back to call behind her. "See you later sis. I'm going first."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha turns bright red and mouths like a gasping fish. You can almost hear your mares grind their teeth in jealousy at the purple pussycat carried in your arms. That's something they'll never get to experience. Well they'll need to learn to accept it. You put them out of your mind as you toss the mischievous tabby on the giant pile of cotton sheets, the mirrors reflecting five views of her landing.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa gives you that infuriating grin and beckons. "Well don't make a pretty girl wait."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You strip off your shirt and launch into the bed on top of her. Positioning yourself above her, you kiss the nape of her neck down to her chest. Her ears twitch as you undo her bikini top. Furry fingers fumble with your pants and you help her along.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa begins to purr as you squeeze and knead her small breasts, playfully flicking her nipples. "You surprised me." She growls. "I never thought someone like you would have this kind of gumption." She caterwauls erotically when you pinch her teat at the passing insult.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her purring grows louder as you move your hands to her small hips and slide off her bikini bottom, revealing a hungry drooling crevasse. The venom has done its work well.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Lining yourself up with her petite frame, you slip inside easily. She's wet, loose and relaxed. "I hope you weren't expecting a virgin." Nessa giggles. Her laughter turns into a grunt as you bury yourself all the way to the hilt.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "You feel bigger than you look. I guess you're a grower after all." The Cheshire mutters as she locks her legs behind your back and encircles her paws around your neck. Her breath is already coming in ragged gasps. She's pumped full of enough of June's aphrodisiac to turn the coldest fish into a tiger.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "How would you know?" You grumble as you fathom her depths, the ridges of her insides grasping soft and hot against your member.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Lusty eyes search your face. "Wouldn't you check out the girls’ locker room sometime if you could turn invisible? That's how this all started you know."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her purr rumbles like an engine as you angle yourself upward trying to find that magic spot. "Anon. I always knew you were a depraved freak. I can’t believe you’d screw someone with your girlfriend in the next room. But then I’m fucking my sister’s old crush. I guess you’re in good company." Nessa kisses you as tenaciously as a leach.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You frown. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Whatever.”   Nessa grips you hard. She yanks you down until your whole torso hugs against her small toned body. Her hot breath beats against you as she loses herself to the rising tide of sensations. Her secretions slowly wet the sheets more than her damp fur.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "This is so much better than breaking into places and invisibly pretending to be a fuzzy ghost to get laid. Or jumping some guy in the dark." Nessa nibbles your earlobe. "It’s nice to be on the bottom for once. Bite me, here on my neck." She motions with her delicate pointed chin.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You acquiesce, hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin. Immediately you are rewarded with a tightening of her moist folds and the staccato cries of her caterwauling. Her striped ears pin back and she crushes you to her in a bear hug. Her tiny frame belies true monster strength, but she’s nothing compared to the centaurs or June. You lean into her, gripping her shoulder with your teeth and pump your hips with all your might. It’s strange. This is the first time you’ve banged a humanoid girl, hell a girl with two legs. The positions and possibilities are so much greater than what you’re used to, although the other girls have their own unique qualities to distinguish them. You’ve been so caught up in the moment, you’ve even been letting her order you around. Time to screw your head back on straight.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her heart drums a march against your chest as you build to the crescendo. Nessa clings to you, not letting you pull out of her soaked sucking insides.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Damnit cat, let me go.” You grunt, pulling at strong violet paws.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I want it inside!” She yowls.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Unable to hold back any more, you blast your thick jets of ivory seed inside her. Dulled claws scratch your back in long lines that an hour before would have rended you into a bloody mess. She shudders with each pulse then shrieks “HELL YEAH!” in your ear as she clamps down.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your ears ringing, Nessa’s limbs untangle from your torso as she flips you over and pins your wrists. “That was pretty good, Anon. Let’s see if round two is better.” She purrs as she works the base of your shaft, refusing to let you go soft inside her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “This is supposed to be a relaxation day right? Well forget the spa and the massages. I know what I want to do for fun.” The feline states with that shit-eating grin. She’s gone full mating-mode. You remember Nina having to pry June off of you with a fire extinguisher twice the last time you tried something like this. Maybe venom is too powerful a tool to use reliably? The centaurs are right here though, just a shout away.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her black and purple tabby tail starts to twitch like a hunter as the small Cheshire begins to ride you cowgirl. She pulls your hands up to her slight breasts. “You want to know something hilarious?” She asks as her purr vibrates your hands. “I originally pushed Trisha away from you because we’re twins and I didn’t want to put up with the shit I’d get secondhand if you got together. People treat us like the same person and that’s idiotic.” Nessa lays down against you and moans as she rolls her hips. “Then when she got caught masturbating by that sniveling glasses cat, Ariel, with your underwear…” She licks your cheek. “Well, I had to do something. I’m sure you remember that.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The rage begins to boil inside. She was the one that started those rumors about the meek catgirl and you way back when. Your face turns mauve with the heat and you fight against her grip. Nessa laughs in your face and shuts your mouth with a mean-spirited kiss as she rides you harder. Her toned ass bounces off your thighs, long tail tickling your legs.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “It’s different now. Everyone thinks you’re into horse pussy. We can have some fun with no consequences. You should give Trisha a little attention too sometime. I don’t think she still carries a torch for you but it’s all in good sport. Give her the satisfaction of trying the real thing.”   The Cheshire grinds her hips hard on your pelvis and lets out a lusty moan. “But not today. I’m not sharing.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Is there some reason you’re pushing my buttons Nessa? Do you really want me to call the centaurs in here and have you shaved down?”   You pinch her nipples hard between the knuckles of your thumb and index fingers and she moans. “See how smug you are when you look like the ugly kind of sphinx, not the one that asks riddles.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa throws your hands back on the mattress and interlaces her paws in your digits. “Sorry, teasing you is fun, always has been.” She gives you a coy look and then she vanishes, all except for her wicked smile. You can still feel her against you, pumping away, her fur and heat as intimately close as ever. Truncated glimpses of your dick appear for short intervals outside her. The reflections of it in the mirrors are the stuff of nightmares.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Cheshire’s fangs glisten, framing a pink mouth suspended in the ether.“Now that I’ve gotten a little satisfaction and some control back, don’t think for a second you have the upper hand.” Amethyst-striped fur blossoms again out of nothingness around bright yellow eyes. “I’m here because I want to be. Don’t be a spoilsport.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Past your feet the door slams open with a bang and Nina steps through. “Is everything alright? Izzy said something weird happened with the cameras in here a second ago.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa sits up and flashes a nasty grin at the dark mare. “We’re just enjoying ourselves, doing things you can’t with a horse pussy to please him.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The words seem to stab at Nina’s heart. You see the tears forming in her eyes and you recall the moment in the archery range after her fight with Lisa. Deep down you feel a lingering disgust at yourself, and you quash it, let it turn to anger.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      That’s a word too far from the arrogant cat. You pull your hand back and deliver a sharp barehanded slap to the feline’s cheek with a loud pop. “Teasing me is one thing. Don’t you ever talk to her that way.” You chastise the Cheshire.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa turns her full attention back to you. She stops riding you and rubs her red cheek, smile gone. “You dare say that with your hard dick stuffed all the way inside me? Didn’t you say she isn’t even your girlfriend?” Her thin tail undulates in irritation.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      You snort angrily. “Nina, we’re done here. Tell Izzy to pack up. We’re leaving.”You command before flipping the light rowdy cat off you. An unrelenting paw pulls you around by your shoulder when you go for your pants.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I’m not done.” Nessa states in a deadpan tone.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Well I am. There’re plenty of toys to amuse yourself with here. I’m not one of them.” You declare and reach for your pants again. “Maybe I’ll give Trisha a chance. She seems marginally more polite.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Cheshire rubs against you from behind and envelops you in a fluffy hug. “I’m sorry for being a bitch, okay? We were having fun right, a LOT of fun? Don’t be an asshole and spoil it because of one stupid thing.” She kisses your neck as she reaches down to your nethers with the soft pads of her hand. She works you diligently back to full readiness. “Don’t go. I’m really enjoying this. It would be a shame if it’s all over already. Come on, stay a little longer.” Nessa pleads like a whiny child. Well, you have always wanted to try grabbing tits from behind during sex and to pick up a girl in your arms while you pound her and the jackhammer and a few other positions. Who knows the next chance you’ll get?

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Mr. Kong.” A Cheshire raises her hand from the back corner of the room. “C-can I get a hall pass?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The gray-haired lecturer turns away from his projected map and gives her an exasperated look. “You know nobody needs one Trisha. Just get the notes from your sister when you get back.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha looks down in embarrassment as she stands up. A few minutes after she walks out, you hear Nessa adjust her seat noisily while Kong speaks about the massacre at Dezra-Dun. It almost covers the soft pop from under your desk.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Oh, fuck no. No. No. No. Goddamn NO!

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Unseen claws cut the button from your pants, and you feel one hook into your zipper and begin to draw it down slowly, silently. You quickly write on a small scrap of paper and pass it under the desk as inconspicuously as you can. ‘I know Nessa put you up to this. Don’t be stupid.’

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You feel a tremor in her paws now, she’s shaking. But she continues. A hard knee presses down painfully on your toes when you try to cross your legs. Hairy fingers open the flaps of cloth. You feel her warm nose rub against your soft underwear, breath passing through the silken cloth to caress your most delicate parts.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Reaching under the desk, you grab a fistful of invisible hair and twist. It’s followed by a slight bump of her head against the metal underside. Fanged teeth grip your arm threateningly until you let go. You forget sometimes that Trisha may be the one that gets pushed around but she’s tougher than her sister. You try to go for her scruff but you can’t reach that far back. In response, a paw grips your wrist and you feel a mouth envelope your middle finger to suck on it gently.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The rotten salamander beside you looks suspiciously between the two of you and her flame burns low. Mr. Kong ignores her as she reaches over and tears off the current page of your notes with a ripping sound. A few students glance your way but quickly get back to business when Mr. Kong clears his throat and states this next part will be on the test. Ruby wads up the lined paper in her talons then lights it on her tail. The flame licks the fibrous fuel and catches, one hundred percent due to her will. It’s not like she has a scorch mark on her desk chair or a flameproof skirt. Your notes on the Scourge of Alamogordo and the White Sands Worm Rider literally turn to ash in her hand. You tear your hand out from under the desk and furiously try to write what you can from memory and at least annotate the pages to reference.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A rough inexperienced tongue tentatively probes inside your underwear unseen. Damn salamander, damn snake, fucking cats, what you would give to have at least one of your centaurs in this class right now.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     If that’s how they want to play it, that’s just fine. No more warnings. Time to get tough. It sickens you to think that you were nicer to them than you ever were to Nina at this stage. You need to take a page out of old man Van Amburgh’s book. ‘And have dominion over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the Earth.’

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You imagine your favorite girl’s huge brown breasts pressing against your own naked chest, kissing her luscious lips as you soft twitch her ears. Blood immediately flows downstairs and brings you to turgid attention. Trisha stops her gentle investigation, maybe scared now that it’s come down to the moment of truth. You finally feel her hesitantly free your dick from the fragile folds of the cloth tent around it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Kong drones on, his voice buzzing in the background of your thoughts. “…This highly publicized marriage between bitter enemies laid the first foundations for what would become the Gatewalker Accords at the end of the war. Though called a traitor at the time, Lt. Commander Greene would later go on to become the first mayor of the original integrated citystate, Monstergirl City…”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Felid lips peck timidly at your hard cock. After a few minutes, Trisha builds up the courage to begin licking your shaft. She shies from the glans and the base. At this rate, she’ll never get anything done before the end of class if she doesn’t throttle up. Ultimately, it won’t make any difference. The teacher dims the lights as he rolls a short documentary over some battle of the late-Contact War. Your focus is elsewhere. At least the darkness will help.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You reach under your desk and rub the Cheshire’s head, fingers combing shoulder-length silky hair, scratching behind her soft fuzzy ears. Trisha freezes, and leans away from you, well away from your dick. You keep it up until you hear her try to choke down a low purr stirring in her chest. She unconsciously snuggles her face into your hand, asking for more. Once she lets her guard down, you surreptitiously test the movement of your free foot.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Unhindered, you drive your knee upward as hard as you can, leaning on the desk for leverage. Half a heartbeat later, you feel it connect with the side of her jaw. Her ears and the top of her head bash against the desk with a bang. Your own pinky and ringfinger are jammed by the blow.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Razor sharp claws cut through your pants and grab onto your thigh. You feel a gut-wrenching wave of disorientation and nausea and before you are blinded by a bright light. The light turns out to be fluorescent, inches from your face. You register the dirty plastic cover and myriad of dead flies inside before you plummet a full seven feet to the hard linoleum. Your landing is softer than expected and followed by an infuriated feline hiss. Strong small paws throw you off as you fumble to zip up your pants. Not at all what you planned, even better. You have a little luck today.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Trisha lays totally naked beneath you, fuming. “What the hell? You dick!” Tears start to form in her eyes. “It was just a little fun. I-I was doing something nice for you and you kicked me in the face.” She puts a paw over her mouth. “Oh god, I think you chipped a fang.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You take your shirt off and hand it over for her to cover up while you get your bearings. You're in a hallway several classrooms down from Kong's. Thankfully it's totally empty. “What did you think was going to happen? Almost every girl in class would have heard you sucking, smelled the sex, or tasted it in the air. Your own ears and nose should have told you that. Either I was about to get in huge trouble with a bogus masturbating in class punishment or you were going to get found out and get in even worse trouble. Like I don’t have enough bad rumors about me. Why in the deepest circle of hell do you think Nessa put you up to this instead of doing it herself? For god’s sake, June can see infrared! On what planet would you EVER think that was a good idea?” You can’t believe you just said bogus, too much time around the Prez.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You loom over her, wishing you had a whip or maybe a crowbar to vent some of this anger. Instead you settle for grabbing her violet paw and yanking the lithe light cat to her feet. “Where did you stash your clothes? We’ll go there then I’ll get one of my spare sets.” Your thigh is already burning and blood is ruining your khakis. First aid will be on the list too.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I used the girl’s locker room, but the door is locked. I can’t move us both that far.” The Cheshire says, ignoring the rest of your tirade. Maybe she just can’t admit it to herself yet.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You really have spare sets?” Trisha asks.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Gee, I wonder who forced me to start doing that?” You glare into her eyes. She breaks eye contact first and turns away, flickering out of sight. Invisible claws hand your shirt back to you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “D-do you really hate me that much?” Her disembodied voice cracks.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “If I did, would I have left you with those sharp claws that just narrowly missed a major artery?” You grunt as you start limping to one of the stashes you’ve set up since you got the master keys to the school. “Not that I’m not regretting that choice at this particular moment." You spit.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You feel the first rivulet of blood make its way down your leg and soak into the cotton of your sock. This could be worse than you originally thought. You should message Nina for some help. You pull out your phone and tap at it. It’s dead. “Come on, you stupid piece of junk.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Unshielded gadgets get fried if you jump.” Trisha stops you, a sight unseen beside your shoulder. You feel the short Cheshire pull your arm over her back to support you. You’re sure the pair of you look like some sick caricature of a hover hand. “Well, what broke once can’t break twice." That wave of nausea slams into you again, and you have to swallow down your bile.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You find yourself in front of the nurse’s office. That headstrong cat is doing her own thing again. Trisha knocks on the door. “I’m sorry, really.” She mews and kisses you on the cheek. A small pop and she’s gone. Damn her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nurse Medic opens the door. The old ex-military medical golem looks you over with mismatched eyes, the faded embossed 57 still visible on her forehead under her white cap. “It’s been awhile since your last visit, Anon.” She waves you in and sets you down in a familiar seat. The rest of the spacious office is empty. The beds are neat and made. That’s rare. Well it is Monday morning, and full moon isn’t until Friday.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I see the girls are still playing rough with you.” She states deadpan while she cuts the leg off your pants with pitted carbon fiber hands. The shears are held in fingers newly recoated in gloss. “Nothing a few kisses and stitches won’t cure. Looks like claws got you.” You hear the whir of a lens magnifying in her remaining original mil-spec eye. “Let me guess what kind. Looks like a cat. Jinko I would think, the rowdy senior one maybe?” She washes all the sticky red mess away and cleans the short deep five wounds.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “No, Nurse Medic.” You mutter. You’re really not in the mood for her monotone chitchat right now.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She jabs you with a local anesthetic and gets her stitching gear out of a one of the many pockets on her white coat. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a dozen times. Call me Heinz; it’s better than all the generic Nurse and Medic and Number 57 stuff I have to put up with.” Her suturing proceeds with the efficiency of a sewing machine. It is what she was built for after all. She uses minimal thread, one stitch in each wound and follows up with a liquid stitch to seal things up.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “So you want me to report this?” She asks when she finishes and wraps you up, as she always does.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “No, it was just a prank gone wrong. Thanks for the help, and if I could just get a short excuse written for my absence in class…” You let the question hang.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She hands you a cherry lollipop and a pair of warm-ups to borrow. “I’ll take care of it. You should lie down. You don’t want to pop a stitch. I know you don’t want to go home so rest here. I can take those psssht bzzzt sutures out of your shoulder while I’m at it. You want to get healed up right, you should see a professional or at least a halfass like me in the first place.” She chastises you with that same monotone, but you recognize that burst of static as a nasty curse.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You spend the rest of the day relaxing with the hoopty automata, drinking holstaurus milk and playing cards to pass the time, planning your next move. Nina stops by after school to give you a ride home and some much needed comfort. As she worries over you with kisses, you wish for the hundredth time you had anyone else a fraction as loyal as her, your honest right hand. Her sister just wants your dick and to destroy Nina. June wants to turn you into some kind of slave. Nessa wants to humiliate and fuck you. Trisha doesn’t know what she really wants.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You make sure to give your mare some proper exclusive attention and training that week. You even call her up to the school roof one day for some tense one-on-one in the sun.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Friday, the moon is up outside even now in the middle of the day and almost every unattached man is dodging the apex of the twenty-nine-and-a-half day cycle. Some guys even stay home on these days. You’ve never had to use that card, for better or worse. You never had a reason to until now. Between classes, June corners you by your locker and tries to twist you into a meeting that night. Nessa pulls you away just in the nick of time for the same purpose.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Close call with the slinky skank over there huh?” The Cheshire’s husky voice thrums as she leans you against the wall of metal, tail swishing the fine blue skirt of her sundress. Soft paws press on your chest as she looks up at you. She’s hunting, waiting to pounce.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Hey horse breeder, how about some fun today? Last time was…gratifying.” Nessa susserates. “I promise I’ll more than make up for that little joke Trish pulled the other day.” She wheedles.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It’s a good opportunity for you to try something you thought of while laid up in bed, all the better if she walks into it willingly. You agree and quickly duck away, anxious to avoid any other trouble. It will take some time to set the stage for tonight. Nina will help with that.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     When night falls, you wait patiently for the cat in the archery range. The dark centaur stampers anxiously on the cold concrete. Her sex drive is just as powerful as any other girl’s and Luna waxes full. But she will have to taste a different kind of satisfaction tonight. Izzy is spending a quiet evening at home. You dare not risk her presence at this sensitive time. And she’s not needed for this.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A snap in the air announces Nessa’s arrival beyond the locked door into the pool of light cast by the heavy-duty lights of the range. The violet-striped nymphet is dressed in a fine lacy dress, right at the border of classy and slutty.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She looks over the centaur with calculated scorn in the slits of her yellow eyes. "I don't do threesomes, especially not with horse pussy."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina snorts but keeps her temper in check. Good, more fuel for later.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A sudden pop sounds and Nessa teleports directly in front of you. "I don't mind making her watch though. That could make the whole experience downright marvelous." She stands on her tiptoes but can't quite reach your lips for a kiss. You accommodate her, her lips more desperate than last time. Fangs click against your teeth, yearning to be as close as possible. You pull the blindfold out when she closes her eyes.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Surprising the Cheshire, you drop the blinding mask over her face cleanly, without squashing her ears. Grasping her slight shoulders, you spin her around while circling her sideways. Fuzzy paws flail wildly before your centaur catches and cuffs them behind her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa lets out a small laugh. "Okay, this is kinky, but where do you go from here?" There's only the slightest tremor in her voice. You know as hard as she tries to hide it, that she's disoriented now and unable to really go anywhere. She was careless, too careless. Your black heart beats faster as your number one mare sets to work.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     After securing the straps on the blinding mask, Nina attaches a modified twitch to the back of the feline's neck and a rope to the chain between the Cheshire's cuffs. When the felid tries to speak, you gag her with a new ball gag purchased for just that occasion. The warhorse girl hoists the rope until Nessa is standing on her toes, bent over with her arms trying to rotate the wrong way. Uncomfortable? Yes, but not painful unless she falls on her heels. You can see her beginning to panic now, hair standing up. Too late for that.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You give your tomboy the lead to speak first as you rummage through the tools you brought. What comes next hinges on her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      She runs her sepia fingers through violet hair, hands almost twice the size of the cat's.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     "For master to love you, you must trust him. To love him is to trust him absolutely." Nina coos to the panicking Cheshire. She takes the small temporarily-sightless monstergirl by the chin and whispers into her pointed twitching ears. "Give yourself to him completely and all that awaits you is pleasure. If you fight him...well, you might find some pleasure in the punishment as well."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The centaur licks her lips and you see a hate in her eyes usually reserved for her sister. "And you have done so much that deserves punishment lately."

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa thrashes in her bonds, the steel cuffs chafing the snugly tabby fur of her wrists as you pull out a long harpy feather, a riding crop, a syringe of June's venom and a few other critical items.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Handing the syringe to Nina, you wait for the Cheshire to cease her struggling. Keeping her bound instead of completely immobilized lets her tire herself out, and it’s more fun to watch to boot.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     When Nessa stills, the big warhorse grabs the cat by her hair and yanks her head back. You hear the shriek even through the gag. The mare is not playing gentle as she jams the venom into the feline’s neck, an even larger dose than last time. You smack her on a jet black flank with your crop to remind her to not get ahead of herself.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The felid begins to visibly relax under the effects of the venom. Her slight chest heaves under her dress, her sensitivity heightened, her already prodigious sex drive spinning out of control. You unzip the back of her strapless gown and let it fall to a pile at her feet. The mere brush of the fabric against her skin causes her to twitch. Her racy silver string panties are already stained. Knowing the cat, that may have already been the case before you tied her up. Her ears swivel around, trying their hardest to pick up every hint of what’s going to happen next.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Don’t fear my little kitty cat.” You scratch behind her ears in the same way Trisha likes it. “We’re going to have some fun, as promised.” She seems to calm from full panic to skittish, a little reassured. Taking the harpy feather, you begin to gently trace a meandering trail across her bare shoulders. You move to the dimples of her back and then her tight stomach. A light touch here on the inside of a naked thigh, then there at the curve of her firm ass as her stiff tail stands almost perfectly straight. Each sensation causes her to squirm and pant, the drool beginning to leak from the holes in her gag.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Taking your crop, you smack her hard on the outside of a creamy white thigh. She jumps in surprise, but not with the energy she could have mustered half an hour ago.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You drag the very tips of your fingers along the nape of her neck and breathe into a trigonal furry ear. “Like you’ve always shown me. There’s fun to be had in unpredictability as well.” You go back to the feather. “Something gentle and soft.” A slap of rod and leather echoes in the archery building. “The sensation of something sharp and painful.” You kiss her on the cheek. “Or something else entirely.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You continue to alternate randomly, keeping her guessing. Nina adds more toys to the rotation as things get more intense, a loaded crop, a brush soaked in venom that she splatters droplets from or drags along the Cheshire’s bare skin. You comb fingers through hair and fur, all the while whispering, teasing.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You’re beautiful.” A gentle caress.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You’re a trickster.” A hard pinch on a rigid nipple as you remove her bra.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You’re friendly.” A light brush of venom along her flushed skin.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You’re a dangerous friend to have.” A sudden weltmaking crack of a crop caning against her side.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You hear so much.” A single hair yanked from her head.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You hate to listen.” A scratch behind the ears.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I love your smile.” The tip of your tongue explores her belly button.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Your screams are the music of agony.” You rub her engorged clit over her drenched underwear.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa can’t withhold her moans or just doesn’t want to. The short sharp cries of a caterwaul pierce the gag as she calls in the basest way for a partner, a mate to slake her lust.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Tell me what you wish. Say what you will and I’ll do it.” You tease.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A string of various volume muffled mews comes in response. You reach your hand inside her panties and run your fingers over the outside of her labia, leaving the fertile valley between untouched. “Now I can’t understand you when you meow like that. What is it?” You ask sweetly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!” Nessa screams and kicks blindly at you with a furry violet foot. Blunted claws connect hard with your shin. You’re going to have a nasty bruise there in the morning.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina cracks her knuckles and you wave her down. You run the crop across the Cheshire’s   chest. “Well if you can’t say then I’ll have to make due with my best guess.” You step behind the felid girl, running your digits through the fur of her tied paws, brushing bare sensitive cheeks.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Slipping a finger inside her wet folds, you tease the cat’s clitoris directly from under the hood all the way to the swollen round tip. Her cries turn to desperate shrieks as she grinds her ass against your hips. Her striped tail erratically worms its way across your torso, the tip tickling your neck. The Cheshire’s frenetic rubbing intensifies as she feels your cock hardening under your uniform khakis. But the teasing isn’t over yet.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You remove your pants and undress all the way down to nude. Nessa’s ears twitch excitedly at the sound of buttons being undone and cloth dropping to the floor. You can feel the heat coming off her flushed pale skin. Clipped claws click on the hard concrete in anticipation.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You slip your turgid pulsating dick into the triangular gap between her legs. Raw carnal pleasure races through your synapses as velvety white skin rubs your glans from tip to crown lubricated by the juices flowing from her slutty vagina. You shove deeper and deeper, until your head pokes through the other side of her thighs. Nessa bucks at the intercrural, trying to work her panties aside and truly mate with you. The tantalizing feel of your dick so close, separated from her burning lower lips by only a thin layer of gray silk, must be maddening to the Cheshire cat.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You work back and forth quickly, speeding up as you get pulled into your own lusty ambit. Her small toned ass slaps against your hips, your whole length encased in heavenly crura.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     On her own, Nina kneels down in front of the smaller monstergirl. Those loving dark brown eyes look into yours as she moves her mouth to the front side of Nessa’s thighs. Juicy lips and a long tongue ensnare the tip your member each time you thrust in. The mare’s hands rove over the cat’s torso, the Chesire trembling with each heavenly sensation amplified by venom and moonlight. The felid lets loose a gasp or growl every time a breast is kneaded, every time her naval is teased.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Feline hips squirm as you thwart her efforts to insert you inside of her. You’re quickly reaching your limit as you hammer Nessa’s thighs, your breath hot and heavy with each tight plunge. Her own moans rise with yours, even as her underwear starts to chafe against you. The pain means nothing when you’re so close to release. You grab her hips with both hands and fuck her thighs in a frenzy as the moment nears. Nessa yowls as new wave of pussy juice flows from behind her panties. Unrelenting red lips of your dark mare suck your glans as you explode, shooting thick creamy spurts of semen into her waiting mouth.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Chesire almost immediately begins her caterwauling again. She’s far from satisfied. Your warhorse of a centaur stands up and lifts the felid’s chin. She takes off the gag, dripping with rancid drool. Before the overgrown pussycat can say a word, your favorite nag presses her lips against Nessa’s. Her own clothes are soaked with sweat and lunar lust while she overpowers and dominates the smaller monstergirl. Nina’s flanks heave as she drains your fresh seed mixed with her own spit into the cat’s mouth.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa drinks it down greedily, too greedily. She coughs and chokes, and a sliver of white runs out her nose, nasty. She finally catches her breath. “No more.” She gasps. “No more sumata. It’s full moon. Have a heart!”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina pulls you close, resting her massive melons against your back while her calloused hand brings your dick once again to mating ready, inches from the waiting Cheshire. “Master listens to those who listen to him. Try asking, kindly, honestly. He might reward you.” She makes a show of loudly kissing the nape of your neck and suckling on your ear. The horse is really getting into this. She never used to be this aggressive. Maybe it’s Luna waxing full or she’s decided that a more active dominating role will keep her above the others. It’s so cute when she worries about her place.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Please.” Nessa begs, swallowing down the low sharp guttural cry building in her throat.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Please what?” You slip the knot from her panties. She shudders as her bare pussy is exposed to the air, quivering and soaked.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Please make love to me…Master.” Nessa croaks. There’s no heart in it, but at least it’s not full of her usually predatory arrogance. As you stick your dick inside her, and her hot squishy pussy sucks you in deeper, you think. ‘Tell a lie long enough, and you start to believe it’s the truth.’

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina hugs you from behind as you pound the naughty Cheshire, taking off her shirt and bra to titillate you with her unrivaled sepia mountains, kissing on you and begging for every scrap of attention you can throw her way.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Bright yellow eyes meet yours when you remove the blindfold. A split second and a pop later, Nessa’s empty handcuffs dangle from the restraining rope. She reappears in roughly the same spot, stretching and rubbing her wrists.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “That was different.” The Cheshire pants. “Fun, but different.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa hops into your arms, the light catgirl wrapping her violet paws around your shoulders and locking her legs around your back. “It’s splendid to try new things occasionally.” She nuzzles your neck, spreading her scent onto you with her cheeks, ear folding down to rub her head under your chin. You feel a throaty purr vibrate against your chest. “The night is young, how about some more traditional decadent diversions? We can hitch the horse to a post so she won’t wander. It’d be just you and me, a dreamy early Saturday morning under the stars.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It’s all just a game to her. If anything, the higher stakes have made the cat worse than she used to be.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The huge centaur grabs hold of Nessa’s scruff and forcefully pulls the protesting Cheshire off you. “Sorry, we have plans.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina sets down the purple tabby none-too-gently on the concrete. “Don’t ever try to mark him again. He doesn’t belong to you.” Her face is calm but you recognize the simmering rage beneath her surface. Her sweaty black bangs hang over merciless eyes the color of boiling mud.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa sticks out her tongue. “Well Anon, do you let that sorry meat hexapod speak for you?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You reach up your hand and Nina lowers her head out of habit to put her ears within reach. You can tell she’s expecting punishment. The dark mare’s poker face starts to crack as you soft twitch her ear instead. “She does in this matter. A good horse knows her master’s will, even unsaid.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You continue to spoil your mare as you continue, looking the Cheshire in the eye. “Like you said, the night is young and there’s still much to do. It was fun to spend some of it with you.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa seems lost for a moment, like she can’t wrap her head around how a man would turn down a horny willing Cheshire cat for horse pussy. Then her face spreads wide in her trademark grin. “Playing hard to get? You are learning the game. I think I’m starting to see what Trisha used to see in you.” She laughs as her naked nubile body vanishes from sight.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Golden eyes and sharp white teeth hover in front of your face. “I’ll look forward to something equally pleasurably pleasant next time, Master.” She calls mockingly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You hear the whisper of a double snap as she teleports, followed by another as her clothes disappear from the range floor.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Cleaning up gives time for Nina to unwind. The moon is already setting from its early rise by the time you are done. The warhorse of a girl nickers into your ear as you walk out the door onto the school grounds, and hugs you from behind. She wants a ride, and more. That’s not unexpected.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “It’s just been you and me all week so you wouldn’t have this problem tonight.” You tell the inviting mare.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Yes Master, but still.” She entreats, shifting anxiously from hoof to hoof.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Tomorrow.” You promise, taking her arms off you. You’ve done it four times already today, and after all that planning and adrenaline with the cat, you are bone tired. It’s already so late, Nina’s going to have to sneak in when she gets home.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You can almost audibly hear her resistance snap as the eight foot plus monstergirl throws you flat on the lawn. When she can manhandle regular monstergirls better than most, your scrawny human ass is child’s play. Toned umber muscles glisten with old sweat in the starlight and the muddy glow of street lamps. Nina lords over you, a hint of her own sister’s madness in her eyes.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You remember a time, not too long ago, when she dreaded the sexual pleasures and torments you would inflict on her. Even when she began to crave them, she would always wait for your request. She would subtly prod but always obey. This is the first time she’s ever forced the lead, a good development and a dangerous one at the same time.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina stretches back and practically tears off the tight athletic shorts and panties from her hindquarters. She turns to your own pants next, leaning her massive humanoid torso over you. You grab both of her ears and wring them viciously, twitching as hard as you can without damaging the nerves. She winces but continues. She’s so used to it by now that you swear it’s only ramped her up. She covers your mouth with a hard kiss, lips still tasting of yourself and the cat. Her tongue probes your throat searchingly. You finally bite down hard enough on it for her to withdraw.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Stop Nina. If you don’t, I’m taking away your bridle and going back to the stud chain.” You threaten, trying to force as much authority into your voice as you can.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I’m sorry, Anon. I’m sorry. I can’t wait anymore. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. I’m so sorry.” She keeps apologizing with each breath even as she drags your khakis down around your ankles, entangling your legs.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You stupid horse. You were the only one I could really trust, the one I could never hate.” You hug her head to your chest. Your fingers stroke her long black hair even as her hands desperately remove your underwear.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You sigh. “I’ve neglected your needs tonight. That’s my fault, for your care and wellbeing is also my responsibility. Even the best trained mare acts up when she’s not cared for, right?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Steel shorn hooves the size of tea saucers churn the earth as she pulls out of your caress and stands up. Lunatic eyes, in the oldest meaning, beg your attention. “You told me once that you couldn’t hate me because I was an animal, that you could never forgive what I had done as a woman.” She takes off her sweat-stained t-shirt. “After all this time, all I have done, is your answer still the same? What more will it take to make you love me in the same way I love you?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You meet her disarming gaze with an even look, refusing to let any more chinks open in your heart. “When vengeance is done, as I have always said.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Then just tonight, treat me as a woman, the woman you love, and I will follow you to the end. I’ll take any punishment later, but love me tonight.” She pleads. You see her true heart laid bare in a way you have not before, no longer buried under pretense or subservience.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina lowers her hindquarters to her knees and pulls her butt beneath her and above your hips, her towering front blocking almost your entire view. “I’ll show you I can do what all the other girls can do.” She declares down to your prone form from her full height.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     As over two thousand pounds of monstergirl descends towards your tired lap, you realize exactly what she intends. You can’t help but feel a twinge of concern for the bones in your pelvis as her tremendous ass begins to grind against you. She’s gentle, not bruising or chafing. Her experience gained with her body is telling.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Keeping her front legs straight, she bends her humanoid parts over, shortening her length into an A-frame like an inch worm. The position must be massively uncomfortable. She takes short sharp breaths as she tries to contort tighter, her athletic tomboy body giving just enough. Her ponytail hangs over the side of her head and the long silky hair pools beside your face. Her incomparable centaur D-cups strain against gravity and her sports bra. She brings your hands to her upside-down ripe breasts even as she strains to move lower, closer to you. “I know every inch of you, better than Izzy or any others. I’m the only centaur that can do this for you.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The dark horse puts her calloused hands on either side of your face as she forces your half-hard member inside her familiar comfortable tightness, pouring heat and fluid arousal into your lap and the surrounding night. Her vagina pulsates and squeezes even as her hips remain still, massaging, pulling on you, readying your manhood for the lunar mating her instincts demand.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Gripping your skull with monstrous tenacity, she tries to pull herself ever lower. You hear the vertebrae in her spine click and pop. Her lips are only inches from yours, large white teeth bared with the effort.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Stop, before you hurt your back.” Even now, concern creeps into your voice. What good does it do if she breaks herself this way? Love her or hate her, there is no vengeance, no plans without her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I can do it.”Your mare grimaces. “Just a little more.” She pulls on your own head, trying to make up the difference.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your waist, trapped under her hips, holds you firm as she stretches you out like a rack. A crick in your own shoulders pops as you feel your cartilage and ligaments strain.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her nose brushes yours now. Nina’s eyes fill your view as she tries with all her might to move those last couple centimeters, to be able to match her lips to yours while she makes love to you. In the shadow of night, they’re almost black.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Even if I’m not built like the others, I can love you like they do, better even. Isn’t that why you chose me first?” There’s a terrible desperate edge to her voice. Her insecurities are eating her alive. You once nurtured them. They made her easier to control. But now…now they’re driving her crazy.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A hot flash of pain explodes in your brain as something starts to give in your lumbar, your cry of agony stifled by the centaur’s exquisite lips brutishly locking onto your own. The heat of her swollen pussy constricting your dick rises ever higher as she revels in her victory. Nina holds on with true beastly fervor, entangling her tongue with your own, wrestling your exhausted body into submission. Her velvety black coat shines with fresh sweat and she begins to rock on her back legs, raising and lowering her hips. If you hurt in this position, you can only imagine her anguish bending and twisting this way. Still, she remains enthusiastic and vivacious with each wet sucking stroke. Her masochist side comes to the fore when she has to deal with pain.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Each fold of her cunt slips by, dragging lightly on the corona of your glans, sending waves of electrifying pleasure throughout your body. Nina’s slick crenulations are burned into your memory; however, the strange position makes it feel different, left hand awkward. The effect is amplified by her kissing and the throbbing pain in your lower back. You reach out and grab the forelegs splayed around you to ground yourself. Her ass bumps hard into your naked flesh and the thrum of a moan channels through her mouth into yours. You cycle your hands back to her hanging breasts, slipping your fingers inside her taut sportsbra, rolling and tweaking her stiff nipples until each pinch is met with another moan. Finally, she releases your cranium from her viselike grip and lets you lay back on the grass as she rides you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her breathing labored, the warhorse of a centaur pumps harder, beating your waist into a large wet bruise. She barely has the control left to keep from cracking bone. Your pelvis groans under the weight when she switches to a heavy grind, the plants beneath you crushed into green mash. You grunt in pain then pleasure as the drive to sire a filly with Nina inexorably overtakes you. Your bucking hips signal the release inside of her, your hot burst more translucent semen now than sperm. Your mare takes in every drop with lusty avarice while she forces another backbreaking kiss. The centaur’s pussy clamps around your dick as one ton of horseflesh shudders in ecstasy. She pins you on the ground, her unrelenting lips mated to your own lips and loins. The seconds tick by in the quiet of the night even as the searing pain spasms through your back before she finally breaks away.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Large hot tears flow freely down Nina’s tanned face. “I love you.” She whispers under her breath. The acute expectation of reciprocation hangs in the air. Distracted by your bruises and burning sprains, you miss it, and let the moment hang and die.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Despondently, the great horse struggles to stand properly and unfold her titanic body. She listlessly dresses herself as you endeavor to do the same. Her mask breaks and concern washes over her face as a pained gasp escapes your lips when you try to stand, leaning against her huge flanks for support. Your lower back is killing you. The whole area is already swelling into a huge red knot. Even with a ton of ibuprofen, you’ll be lucky to get out of bed by Monday.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You grab hold of her hand while you try to walk for balance and to take some weight off your back. She blushes. Your hand is like a child’s in her rough umber grip. You limp along for a short ways before the bashful tomboy stops. Your world spins as something knocks your legs out from under you and picks you up. When you orient yourself, you feel gigantic sumptuous breasts pressing against your side. Your destrier is carrying you like a princess in a fairytale. You struggle instinctively for a moment before she stops you with a kiss to the forehead.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Master, please don’t look at me that way. You know this was not what I intended. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you.” The oversized charger pleads. You can already see her tears welling up again.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She’s right, honestly. Who cares about dignity in the middle of the night? This beats a painful walk home or hurting yourself worse. You take her hand in your own and squeeze it reassuringly. “Forget about it. Like you said, forget it all tonight. No pain, no punishment. Just take me home.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She sniffles and smiles, then nods her understanding.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Steel-shorn hooves trot along the sidewalk in the murk between streetlamps. You pass several couples enjoying the fine night air, panting, moaning and screaming. One of the freshman kitsune is working hard on making a new tail on the front lawn of the Buren’s place. Looks like Johnny from your class is her partner. Once June mellowed out on the cockblocking, most of the other four guys in your class got paired off pretty quick. It warms the cockles of your bitter heart that none of them chose any of the rotten bitches left on your list. Men generally have their pick compared to women in Little Monster City. So, it’s pretty nice to know that all the men that knew their true natures from contact with them every day want nothing to do with them.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Nina? Vice President Nina is that you?” A voice calls from the gloom. A smaller white and blonde centaur ambles into the light. You recognize her in passing. She’s another member of the archery club, Amber something or other. She’s almost stumbling drunk. You know from Nina’s stories how much booze that takes for centaurs that size. Someone that big would stand a chance against an Oni in a drinking contest.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You lucky mare! Here I am b-busting my ass, trawling lunar parties for a chance at a hookup and you’ve already ssscored.” She slurs her words and crosses her arms. “It’s not fair! Y-you prude. How did you get a man? If he’s not worn out already, why don’t you share?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “No.” Nina brushes her off and keeps moving.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Well fine then. See if I do you a favor next time you need it.” Amber sneers. “I bet he’s a terrible lay anyway if you’re the best he could do.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nina hugs you tighter. She’s been spoiling for a fight all day, but you don’t have time for this bullshit.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “That means a lot coming from a drunken braying ass that’s going home alone tonight.” You shout. “Why don’t you try those insults when you can get a sober man to put up with your shitty personality and saggy pasty tits for at least one night.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Giddyup.” You order Nina with a slap and a holler, and the two of you gallop down the street, leaving the other centaur flatfooted in the dust. Slowing down after a ways, you canter past block parties, a rape crime scene and more exhibitionist-loving couples on the way back to your home. With the exercise and handholding, the big tomboy is almost happy by the time you get to your driveway.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It’s three in the morning when Nina drops you off by your door. The lights are all on inside but you don’t hear the telltale noises of your slutcubus stepmother having her usual orgy, odd.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You give your loyal horse a goodnight kiss to complete her night’s request and a soft ear twitch. Then you remind her she’s going back to the stud chain for awhile and there are more tools and whips and training in her future, fair recompense. She understands. She only cares about one thing. “I’m still your number one, right?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “My right hand.” You kiss her one last time and send her off.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You open your door to find a number of men passed out on the floor, the couch, the chairs, the table, just about anywhere a warm body can fit. The ever present stink of sex is overpowering. You don’t count your father amidst any of the men in the giant mess of your house, probably in the master bedroom if you had to guess.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A cobalt-blue hand zips out of the master bathroom door as you none-too-gingerly step over the slobs littering your home. Black claws catch your dirty shirt and you drop your bag of cat-teasing tools. Your swollen spine screams in protest as you are dragged inside the steamy tiled room. The heavily fogged mirror in the humid sweltering battroom only reflects an azure blur wrapped in white pressed against you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Welcome home, Anon.” The stepslutcubus coos in your ear, still wet from her shower.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She sniffs the air then your hair in a way you haven’t seen since the day you lost your virginity. “Satisfying multiple girls during the full moon on your own...” A turquoise tongue licks your neck, leaving trace strands of you don’t want to know what when she pulls away. “You really have grown into quite the man.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her vile touch sets off the alarm bells in your head. She shouldn’t be able to be this close. Your hand moves instinctively to your chest, your bare chest under your shirt. The pendant is gone, and with it, your protection. It couldn’t have been Nina. No… that fucking kleptomaniac cat. You’ll have her claws for a necklace this time.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She laughs musically at your helplessness. “My, my, how careless of you.” Lily looks at you with her depraved orbs, glowing red with her carnal influence, amplified by the power of the moon. “I had fewer partners over tonight because I needed to talk with you Anon. I’m glad you made it home in time. Tonight is the only night a month normally where I can force you to listen. But with you naked of protection, maybe I should push it farther?” She sees your face contort with pain when she caresses your bruised hips. “Perhaps later.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her eyes communicate something unspoken to your exhausted mind, filling you with a powerful urge to walk out into the backyard, and the sex demon follows. You are in such deep shit. The blueberry devil sits down in a lawn chair and cracks open a beer. You pull up a seat next to her against your will.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She’s quiet for a long time, not that you’re used to her talking at all. She slurps her drink loudly then starts. “You have been both foolish and wicked in equal measure.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I’ve heard the whispers, whispers of my dark son.” She crosses her smooth teal legs under the bath towel as lewdly as possible. “Did you think I wouldn’t? That I would fail to notice ten thousand dollars worth of manticore venom disappear from my reserves, or five thousand dollars worth of points from my spa card? Then there was the police coverup for your foul up with the lamia girl.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     All your retorts and excuses and denials are strangled within you as she forces you to sit there and listen quietly to her monologue.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You’ve been sloppy. That girl you rely on has made you sloppy. You think everything will fall into place like she did. But even you should see by now that is not the case.”Lily looks at you knowingly, the black sclera of her eyes still exuding that terrible red light.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I know you despise me. You have a plethora of reasons to. I’m sure I’ll keep stacking them up. But you are still a son to me, whether you feel that way or not. That is why I’ve tacitly helped you out.” She grins to herself. “After I threw that wrench in with the horse in your room to test you a bit, anyway.” She takes a long drought of her ale and manages to sound the most disgustingly sexy belch you’ve ever heard, a true oxymoron only a succubus could pull off.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Hell, I’m proud. You show resilience and resourcefulness that your father never did, back before I broke him.” She crushes the empty can into a small aluminum wad with one hand to emphasize the point.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She shouts into the house for someone to bring her more beer. A minute later and an emaciated ghoul of a man stumbles out in boxers with a pair of longnecks. His eyes are sunken and lifeless, all the fire gone, no joy or horror left. His hair has long gone white and wispy from stress he no longer feels. Father.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     He might as well be a stranger now as he hands her both beers. Without even a gaunt glance at you, he shuffles silently back to the house.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Lily leers hungrily at his bony ass all the way to the door. “I know little of justice but much of vengeance. And the one salient point is this: vengeance is patience. It can wait a lifetime if necessary, because it never dies.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She turns her full attention back to you once he disappears inside. “Tonight I will instruct you in the art of vengeance.” She pries off a bottlecap with her teeth. “We’ll start at the beginning. Vengeance should never be seen as that. It should ALWAYS be unexpected. It should rarely be public.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Let’s start with the big black horse. When a centaur sees a man she loves fuck other women, her twin hearts know nothing but pain, constant pain. Her love grows twisted, hateful and spiteful. There’s a reason for the old saying that a centaur is just a bicorn that tore off her horns and refused to share. Don’t begrudge her those feelings. Use them.” Your surprise at Lily’s diatribe is boundless. She’s cold, calculating when she has to be, not just the lusty overgrown imp that you’ve known whose only interest was to be buried in a pile of sweaty men and filth.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The slutcubus has already said more to you in a stretch than in the entire time you’ve known her. She continues to pour on the crimson charm as she extracts all the information from you she can, the list, your plans, your relationships before she offers advice on each. The streaks of early dawn light the sky by the time you reach the endgame, when you’re forced through gritted teeth to mention her place. With supreme will, you clam up as the sun rises and she laughs in your face.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I thought as much. You have the right to try, Anon.” She stretches her bat-like wings and lets the towel fall from her blemishless body. “Still, I suggest you reconsider. You don’t want to make an enemy of me. We’re family.” She sashays back to the house, wide hips swinging, breasts bouncing, and tail twirling while leaving the bottles and towel and trash in the yard as she always does.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     As the Saturday sun beats down on your brow, all that your hurricane of clashing thoughts can precipitate is how much your back and hips ache.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You finally patch together the will to force yourself to go back inside and grab some medicine. Any longer and those slobs in the succubus’s harem will start to stir and get back to breeding like the cattle they are. You want to be comfortably numb in your room with your noise-cancelling headset on by the time that happens. Grabbing some of that expired Monster-Strength Advil you got from the Prez out of your desk, you crawl into your bed and pass out.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You’re woken up sometime later by a small rock pinging you square in the face. Your sore body reluctantly obeys your commands to see who the hell is fucking with you on the weekend. Pain lances from your lumbar to your ass as you sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the mattress. A chorus of moans reverberates throughout the whole house, carrying through even your thick wooden door and walls. Oh man, you need some more painkillers.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The silhouette of a big centaur stands at your open window, waving. Did you forget to lock it? You know the screen hasn’t been replaced since Nina tore it off weeks ago. Your tired eyes slide into focus. Izzy?

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The younger sister gives a friendly smile as you shamble to the window like a zombie.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Good afternoon, Master. May I come in?” Your crazy horse lifts up a heavy set of saddlebags and dips her humanoid torso inside without waiting for an answer. Izzy gives you a needy kiss with her soft red lips then looks you over. “After I saw the shape Sis was in, I figured you couldn’t be any better off. It sounded like you hurt your back, so I brought a few things.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Opening her bags, she pulls out a new bottle of Advil, a thermos the size of a small scuba tank, a phone,   a spoon, two gallon jugs of water and a ziploc bag with a couple of white pills in it. Just imagining the weight of those containers makes your spine twinge.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      “This is your new phone. I spent last night hooking it up to the bug network and bringing it up to spec. It’s got the same layout and functions as the old one like you asked, plus a few new ones.” She holds on to the slim cell even after your hand grasps it. “I was lonely, very lonely.” You remember it’s been a week for her on top of missing the full moon. The words feel true and untainted with the usual madness. She’s not as talented a liar as Nina is either, not that you can tell the difference so well right now.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The centaur reluctantly lets go after she makes her point. “I made you enough chicken soup to get through the weekend. It’s the best thing for when you’re stuck in bed, sick or not. I even used real chicken for it. The white pills are a couple of Mother’s for her leg. If the pain gets too bad, or you can’t sleep, that will knock you out cold. I triple checked the doses for your size, half a pill only.” She gestures at the rest. “I brought some water and stuff too. I know you don’t trust your stepmom to not kick you when you’re down so this should be everything you need.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She waits expectantly, looking down at you. You can see her ear flick minutely, restlessly anticipating a soft twitch, the attention, the praise.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You order her down, and give her a soft ear twitch and a light kiss. The centaur’s breath grows hot and her eyes roll up just a little. She wants you, badly, but knows better than to ask when she can see the black and blue bruises twining above the waistband of your boxers.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You know, Izzy.” You whisper in her fuzzy equine ear. “This is pretty sweet of you. It’s times like this I’m not so sure that you don’t care about anything but scoring points against your sister.” She can’t hide the blush darkening her fine brown cheeks. You can practically see those chipped gears whirring under her silky black scalp, behind her golden yellow eyes, the teeth slipping then catching.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your tall black palfrey nuzzles your neck, forcefully shoving her fantastic breasts against you through her dress. “Can’t it be a little of both?” She says coyly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Normally, Izzy would use that opportunity to undermine Nina. She has to be really starving for attention. It’s time to reinforce her better behavior. Tugging her face in line with yours, you give her the most passionate French kiss you can manage with dry lips and sore everything. She almost melts at your touch as you aggressively probe her mouth and wrestle with her tongue. You only enjoy a scarce few tender moments of full control before the unstable mare switches gears, and you are overwhelmed by her counterattack. She wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you close and battering your tongue back into your mouth. Her thick centaur tongue twines around yours then moves to counting your teeth, licking your cheeks, tickling the soft palate. Hot minty breath invades your lungs. Real rose oil perfume vaporizes into a fragrant miasma as her body temperature soars.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She doesn’t say a word as she ravishes your face for a solid five minutes, hands roaming over your head and chest, eyes closing in pleasure then opening every once in awhile to drink in the look on your face. If it’s possible, your bedhead is even worse than when you got up, strands sticking everywhere. You let her have her fun. It is a reward after all. Only when she pulls your hand to her bosom do you stop her with a hard lip twitch between your knuckles. The hold is not hard enough for her to go all dopey but those golden orbs roll back bigtime to almost all white. That’s how you end a kiss with a bang.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Her hands slowly pull away from you when you let go, longing for more and knowing she can’t have it. Izzy’s soft palms tremble, then she gets ahold of herself with much greater alacrity than even Nina could present in the same situation. The fire in her eyes burns bright, but less wild. “Rest well Master. Give me a call if you need anything. Sis and I would really much rather have you home to take care of you, but Mother would skin us and you alive. ”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The more feminine of the Van Harne girls grabs her saddlebags and gets ready to go. The mare stops just short of ducking out the window. “Please consider one thing for me, Master.” Her tone is deadly serious now. “Next time you need someone, remember who did her job and who injured you and herself this time.” She waves goodbye and trots off.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Now that’s the kind of parting shot at Nina you would expect from your crazy horse. Still, her delivery cuts a cold chill through your hot pain. She honestly sounded hurt. Odd. Very odd. You push it out of your mind as you grab some water, ibuprofen and soup. The soup is good, really good. Izzy is definitely the better cook between the two.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     By Monday, you’re ready to do anything to get out of the house.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     School is relaxing comparatively. But you can’t help but notice the stares of some older students following you, even a few of your classmates. It’s accompanied by the kind of whispers when a new rumor is going around, a rumor about you. You’re more concerned about retrieving your amulet, but have a hard time cornering Nessa or Trisha to force the issue. The sluttier sister is definitely avoiding you and dragging the other one along for the ride. The succubutt let you off easy on the weekend but you’re sure that will fade if you don’t get some kind of protection ASAP. Worse comes to worst and you’ll need to head to Lord’s Church downtown this afternoon and hope their stuff is genuine and undefiled…you wouldn’t bet good money on it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Your train of thought is disastrously derailed by something short plowing into you at a dead run while on your way to the cafeteria. Stumbling into a locker you look down and see an angry but panicked look in blue eyes framed by blonde locks. Pointed white ears are as pale as chalk and dipped low like a beaten dog. There’s no pep, no casual indifference. This is not the Prez you know. This is bad, very bad whatever it is.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She looks over her shoulder, but you can’t see what she’s searching for as she grabs your wrist with dainty yet powerful elven hands and drags you into the closest men’s room. You see her eye the rape alarm just inside but yanks you all the way to the last of the stalls instead. The one other occupant at the urinals takes the hint and double times it out of there, leaving you alone.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “A girl in the boy’s bathroom, very dramatic. Must be incredibly important.” You try to break the ice.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">      “Why did you have to go and queer our deal, kiddo? Didn’t I tell you no drama? Didn’t I tell you to be careful and cut the flathatting? It’s one thing to play backseat bingo in my club with the Vice, but now you’ve really done it, the whole school is going ape.” The little elf is almost crying as she drives her fist into your solar plexus, knocking the wind out of you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You gasp like a fish while your diaphragm refuses to move. You know it’s serious. The angrier she gets, the more she slips into older and older slang she learned from her family.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You’re interrupted before she can say anything else. The bathroom door slams open and you hear a low wet female voice “She went in here. I can taste it.” It’s almost a gurgle.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Prez shoves your ass inside the stall then puts her finger to her lips to silence you before walking back toward the entrance.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Aren’t you bugeye betties ashamed to be trawling the men’s room like an old lecherous knife ear?” She calls. The bluster is well-faked. Even you can’t pick up the panic that was on her face just moments ago.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “That’s real funny Prez. Nowhere to scamper to now. It’s time for answers.” The voice bubbles.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I like that word, scamper. It implies panicked, senseless, unproductive motion. No more doors, rooms or excuses.” A second very husky and sultry voice adds.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You look in the crack between the walls of the stall to get an idea of what’s going on. There’s two people standing just inside the closed door, both monstergirls. The first is a seven foot colossus wrapped up in what looks like a yellow raincoat with a hood and giant bulbous sleeves. Iridescent pearly eyes with horizontal pupils peer out from the shadow of her wrapped-up face. The tip of a tail or tentacle protrudes from the voluminous base of her coat. Kraken? Roper? Scylla? Something else? She has the school symbol embroidered on her chest so she is a student. If they know the Prez, then they’re probably seniors.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The other is a big black ant? No, those fangs in her cold smile and red silk shirt under her uniform jacket suggest otherwise.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Look Prez, rumors are rumors but we just visited your little clubhouse.” Yellow raincoat burbles. “I could taste horsepussy, catsnatch, and elfslit…fresh. There was only the taste of one man and a lot of cleaning chemicals trying to cover it up. Most couldn’t smell it, but I can taste the air better than they can.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Look you hoods. One of my centaur members has a squeeze she’s mighty keen on. I don’t have any kind of werecat in my club. And I’m single pushing forty. I get hella lonely sometimes. Do the math. That’s all there is to it, on the level. I don’t even want to know where you learned to tell the difference between monster vaginas.” The little elf can really project her voice when she wants to.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Liar.” Raincoat bubbles then coughs. “I can taste that man’s scent on you right now, even in the middle of all this gagging hormonal stink.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Aw shit.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You know what we think?” The ant arachne interjects, chitin legs scuttling up to the wood elf. “We think what they’re saying is true. You archers have a practice man. We think you’ve had him for a long time, and spread those old rumors of impotence, disease, and so on to keep everyone not in your little circle out of the cookie jar.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Practice men are illegal, have been since before I was a bitchin’ hellraisin’ freshman.” The Prez replies jokingly. “You’re mistaken, promise.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “We want in.” The sodden raincoat wheezingly interrupts, gliding in to loom over the diminutive Prez. “You think girls like us can compete with dragons and lamia and kitsune and everyone else? Not when there’s only one man to every two monstergirls in this town. None of them would choose the rejects when they could have someone much prettier. We’re seniors. We’ve struck out every year. Why take me when they could have a luscious gooey red slime or a kraken?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Why court me when they could have a glamorous black widow or a cuddly tarantula?” The imposter ant adds bitterly.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “High school isn’t the end of the world. You have your whole wild lives to still find a rad man. It’s not like you’re ugly. Wouldn’t you rather give it up to your true heart throb than a random bimbro?” You’ve never seen anyone make the Prez act like this before. She orders, not negotiates.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “That’s rich, coming from the elf who’s been in over twenty five yearbooks.” You hear the thump of the Prez being shoved up against the wall. “You aren’t lying exactly, but you are scared and you are hiding something. I can taste it.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I’d start by suggesting you not mention how much you can taste things when shootin’ the breeze with the boys. That should make conversations much less awkward.” You hear the short blonde crack.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You’re so engrossed in the scene; you don’t notice the small pop in the air. A violet striped paw covers your mouth from behind. “Hey there, Master.” Master is said with sarcasm so thick it sticks in your ears. “Need a ticket out of here?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Before you can so much as twitch, your gut flips and the light of the bathroom is replaced with shadow. There goes your new fucking phone, and your lifeline to help. Next time, you’re getting a lead lined case and an external antenna, made out of a god damned old xray apron if you have to. It only takes a moment to orient yourself. This is one of the big school supply closets. You’re acquainted with this one…somewhere on the second floor, next to the research library, quiet and untraveled. One advantage of being a former punching bag is learning all the dark corners of a building. This was where you learned to wear a cup on the days when Lisa is on her period. Took a week before you could walk without a bowlegged gait after that.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Something big stirs in the gloom, blocking the thin rectangle of light cast around the door frame. It’s so murky, you can only vaguely assess the presence. Then you spy the white hair and jadeite eyes and you don’t need to see the rest. You’re almost relieved after those seniors, the enemy you know is far preferable to the one you don’t.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     June unwinds herself dramatically. You could almost smile. She couldn’t have been waiting here more than ten minutes. She’s overplaying her hand, just like the first time you met Izzy.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     You twist around to meet Nessa instead and run your fingers over her chest and waist looking desperately for your pendant. There’s no strings, nothing attached to her waistband. She’s not even wearing a bra to hide it in.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The Cheshire cat gives you that practiced irritating innocent look when you come up empty, that same one she always gives the teachers when she steals. Then she stands up on the tips of her toes and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Now don’t get ahead of yourself, Master.” Her lying mask of concern morphs into a wicked lusty smile. “The fun is starting soon enough.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     A lightning quick strike sinks into the meat of your shoulder from behind. The fangs are through your shirt and skin, then gone, faster than you can blink. Maybe June has learned to cut short the dramatics after all. The sweet warm caress of venom slips into your veins and you feel it spread down your arm to your hand then back, returning again to the heart and beyond. It doesn’t lessen your pain but it does relax you, leaves you lucid, and makes you want to fuck worse than even manticore venom.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     From what Izzy was able to dig up, the adult Agkis Lamia venom puts certain parts of the temporal lobes of the brain into overdrive, boosting the sexual drive, body temperature, sensitivity and more. Everything seems slower, clearer, more vibrant, and the memories of it go straight into longterm storage.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Even part of the imprinting during a first mating is an effect of the venom glands changing over to the new formula and dumping concentrated new proteins into the lamia’s own brain for a similar effect.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     It may not be love in a bottle, but it’s a hell of a natural way to make sure sex with a chosen mate is better and more memorable than any other. Extremely extremely addictive stuff, but less pronounced effects in other female monsters. You had to use massive doses on the cats.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa intrudes on your thoughts when she attempts to bind your hands. You lash out with an elbow and she disappears, only to return a moment later with a deceptively strong paw wrapped around your wrist. But to hold onto that she has to accept a knee to the gut. She chooses not to, and for a moment you are free again, just not long enough to run for it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     While you tangle with the Cheshire, a great mass of scales slips under your legs. June’s tail tears you from the floor and your back screams when you land square on your bruises. Still better than landing on your venom erection. The cat pounces on you and quickly twines your hands in thick wire, an electrical cord off something if you had to guess. One unarmed man against two monstergirls, how could it end any differently?

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     That’s still no consolation when you’re left at the mercy of these two.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa pops away for a moment then returns with a furry paw hidden behind her back. Once she props you up against some boxes and tells you to keep seated, the felid monstergirl pulls your chin up to look at her eager bright yellow eyes. “Master, don’t glare like that. It’s all in good fun. Look. I even made something for you.” The cat dangles a thick leather collar from her hand. Your holy pendant hangs from the center, the old ceramic polished, the metal brand of your family buffed.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “I find it wonderfully diverting to try different things. Our first time was a marathon. The second time I was tied up. That was really fun. This time, it’s your turn. That’s only fair don’tcha think? And I’m dying to see how good that snake juice makes you feel.” The feline purrs. “Be a good boy, and I’ll give you this present as your reward.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Nessa leers at you. “I know guys only wear two kinds of necklaces. Either it’s something very dear, or they’re a preening faggot. Now you’re a freak and a pervert, but I think I know what this is.” She pulls her lips close to your ear and lewdly whispers. “Not that being a freak and pervert are negatives to a Cheshire cat. It makes you interesting.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She rumbles the short sharp beginning of a caterwaul. “And you know how I like interesting.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The imperial-furred tabby unbuttons your shirt, playfully rubbing her head over your bare chest, smearing the scent from the glands in her cheeks all over you in ardent lusty defiance. Her free hands buckle the leather collar around your neck while you get a good look at the Cheshire’s own neck. She’s marked with two red scabs. You’d wager the same reason as the new holes in your shoulder and the scars on your back.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     All you can do is play for time, resist while you can. Don’t make it easy on her. Same old same old, your punching bag act may be a little rusty but should still do the job. She’s all about fun, so don’t make it fun.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Who are you kidding? Time to be honest with yourself. With June’s venom and your raging hard-on, the old tricks aren’t going to work so well.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     When the catgirl’s paws move to your tight pants, the great viper hisses to bring attention to herself. Nessa looks up irritably. “Are you still here? You already bit him. That’s your part of the deal. You got what you wanted. GET LOST!”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The cat resumes rubbing on you. Her clipped claws paw at your zipper. “Now where were we? Oh yeah. This time, I want you to call me Vanessa.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     There’s a rush of wind and a large thump as spade-shaped scales pass within a hair’s breadth of your face. The cat is thrown bodily into a shelf that creaks dangerously under the heavy load of paper, records and office bric a brac.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Deal’s changed.” June’s long serpentine tail worms its way underneath you, gripping your bruised torso, carrying you into her faintly-banded armored coils.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The cat is visibly stunned. She groans in pain and rolls over. Whatever she thought was going to happen, she got caught flatfooted. But then June is a much more experienced traditional bully than she is. Nessa is a bitch prankster more than a fighter, and used to always being the one lying, not the one being taken for a ride.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     Cursing, Nessa teleports close in and grabs your arm. The cat closes her eyes and you can tell she’s trying to get you both out of there. Whether the skin contact with the pit viper stops her or she’s just drained from yanking you out of the bathroom, and screwing around you don’t know. All you know is she keeps trying right up until June’s Wurm-like forearm hammers the cat’s triangle ears flat onto her skull.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Serves her right. That’ll teach her to bogart you for herself during a full moon and then in the middle of school.” June’s slit pupils are wide and round in the dark as she looks you over with pitiless creamy jade eyes.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “How’s my venom?” The snake opens her stark white mouth wide and hisses through her secondary trachea. “Good isn’t it? Specially tailored just for you. It really is wasted on anyone else.” The smirk on her slate gray face is almost as bad as any the cats have ever given you.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “Something funny?” You spit.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The gigantic serpent snickers. “Just thinking about what’s going to happen when I turn you loose in the halls with a boner like that. Wanna bet you don’t make it halfway to one of your horses before getting jumped by a centipede or some other loser?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The crotaline settles back into a comfortable pile of coils. “I like that rumor going around. Imagine you, an exclusive boytoy of the officers of the archery club and their special friends.” June begins to straighten your shirt and button you back up. “I think it’s one of my most inspired lies. Not like a piece of shit like you would know, but I’m not too good at lying. Hating? Fighting? Sure. Lying, not so much. Good thing all the best fibs have some truth to them. Everybody knows you’ve been hanging around centaurs lately, and that Fonzie elf has always treated you nicer than everyone else. It’s only a little push to make them speculate. ”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     “You really are a dirty double-dealing snake, June.” You can’t help but admire her guts a little. She’s trying to play your game, and she’s making a better go of it than you would have given her credit for. Looks like the Cheshires and the full moon finally pushed her over the edge. You’ll need to double down. You’ve let her fester long enough.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     The cottonmouth lamia slowly uncoils from you as she undoes the bonds from your hands. “The collar is a nice touch, very handsome, the cat has good taste. Give me a kiss and I’ll let you keep your pants too.” She looks at the floor. “I’d say you have about ten seconds before Thing One here is back in the game.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">     She flips back her white ponytail. “Of course if you want to stay, or you want some protection from the bottom barrel vultures outside, all you need to do is ask...nicely.”

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