Re: Fasfer, Renound Leader of Poisoned Peak. (R)

[horsegodess]

(how about i join after this conversation is over. so you 2 can just switch on and off while i just wait in the woods. k? ill join when i want to.)

[Glass Prison]

(im sorry Goddess, i hope you didn't feel left out. This duo between us will soon be over and your mare is welcome in.)

Fasfer knew he was right. He always right, he could read anyone like an open book without ever exchanging a word. It was a great advantage with the business he was running. He watched her intently, admiring how well she stayed composed but he could see through it. He saw all of the cracks forming around the edges slowly start to spread. "Who am I?." he growled. How could anyone not know who he was? He was only the great demon ever to walk the Earth. But this was no time for personal introductions, not with her body so close to his.

He drew up his head and started to walk behind her, not falling for her attempt to sway him from his plans. "I am Fasfer.." he hissed as he nosed her flank, pushing her away from the tree so that he could have plenty of room. The moment was coming, he could feel it. In preparation, he round her front again and gazed at her and drew strength from the Earth. Silently, four thick vines emerged from the dirt and slithered over her slender legs, holding her place so she couldn't make a run for it. Fasfer tossed his tail casually over his rump as he fought off his natural instinct to allow himself to hang loose. "Do you know why I am tracked you?" he drawled, his voice seeming to die out as he spoke.

[horsegodess]

(no no. not at all. im glad you considered that though thank you. im just waiting for a good time to come in.)

[Saviour]

Azalea's ears erected at his approach, but they swung back as she danced her backside away from the tree and him. His features a mystery- buried beneath the sash and his dark, blood colored coat. There was something terribly wrong about this stallion. The way he spoke, the way he seemed to glide across the ground effortlessly. Her breath came as a sort of whisper, rasping from her nostrils uneasily. When he spoke his name, a tremble's gnarled hands raked down her muscles. She desperately fought the sign of weakness, but couldn't shake the feeling of defeat. He was closing on her, and it wouldn't be long before she was at his own will.

She spoke to soon. Azalea cried out and seemed to prance as she tore the first, fragile vines from her hooves and tried to keep them at bay. With time they only grew stronger, though, and she found her left front hoof slammed into the earth. A small cloud of dust nipped at her slender leg. Then it was her back right hoof, and she was pinned there as they snaked along up to the mare's knees. Azalea felt strange now, almost drowsy. Their harsh, yet strangely enticing, grip brought her heart up to a wild pace. Her tail flicked to the side before she clamped it down to her rump firmly. Azalea threw her head and let out a shrill whinny for help, her eyes flashing towards the stallion. Her fear wasn't hidden now, she was beyond that. Nothing could save her, and she knew it. Why hide your true fear from he who brought your demise, or worse, your torture? Then again, he was doing this for his own pleasure. Showing her fear would only bring him pride. Her pulse showed against her strong neck, but she forced her breathing to slow. It was deep, yes, and heaved her sides. However, it was noticeably more controlled. Azalea lashed out, clipping her teeth just inches from his chest. If it wasn't for her bindings, she'd have taken a thick portion of his shoulder. "You will pay for this!" She cried out, but she forced the desperation from her voice. All that remained was her grinding, fierce aggravation and the beastly edge in her voice.

[Glass Prison]

Fasfer stood back and watched as the vines he called forth slithered over her legs, pulling her frantic hooves down, and holding her firmly in place. A wicked smile spread across his lips, the points of his fangs protruding from beneath them, and he actually laughed. A sound as close to laughter as his lungs and voice could muster, erupted from his body and rattled the ground beneath them. Azalea's fear was obvious now, so obvious that she had pretty gave up trying to keep it contained. She was on to him, she knew what he was here for without even responding to his answer. It made her proud to know that his very appearance gave off the idea that he lusted for sex.

Azalea lashed out him, her teeth just inches from his thick chest. He took a step back and laughed again, harsher this time. Coming forth again, he round her backside and rested his mug on her ass. He knew she would wiggle and try to worm away, but he didn't care. He liked a fighter more than he like a submissive bitch. Closer to her now, her scent wafted up to his dilated nostrils and planted itself in his naval cavities, trailing to his brain and sending signals through his nerves to his sheath that tingled. Now that he had her practically in position, he didn't care anymore. He let his man-hood slide free and hang limp between his legs. Another whiff had him belly flopping. She held her tail fast, but his nose shoved it again, giving him a wonderful view of what she had to offer. He squealed once, a sharp eerie noise, and allowed himself a brisk but satisfying sweep of his tongue of her genitalia. Completely hard and driven, he mounted her backside, clamping his legs tightly around her sides and placing his head along the left side of her neck.

[Saviour]

Azalea fought hard against the trembling of her muscles. It was as though an earthquake had started within her that she just couldn't stop. A loud, rasping sound that she could only figure was his version of his laugh, rebounded off the trunks of trees around her. It sent her heart in a flurry and added to the feeling that she was cornered. Pathetic, she thought. Why didn't she just run when she heard him? She needed to stop being so naive. Azalea's chest heaved in a breath thick with nerves and tried to pull at her legs. Nothing, just the burn of her muscles working for an impossible cause. For a moment, chagrin danced across her features and she felt as though giving up was the only possible option. That thought, of course, dissipated rapidly as she felt his hot breath on her rump. Azalea's head shot up, the muscles in her neck rippling, and slammed her ears back against her skull.

Her entire being leaped as he let out his sharp, shrill cry. She then felt his tongue against her. Out of habit, Azalea went to kick him. The vines restricted her, though, so she brought her neck around and clipped her teeth in his direction. The motion was rough, jagged, and the vines holding her legs in place gripped them harsher. Her joints forced her back into a forward facing position but she never lost the anger in her thundering heart. Azalea drew a shaky breath, trying to work out a retort of some kind to throw him off. All this anxiety kept her mind fogged. As she was gathering her wits about her, the stallion's less than massive weight attacked her back. His hooves dug against her sides, his knees pressing into her shoulders. Azalea could hear his excited breath beside her neck, and she threw it backwards. It collided with his head, but she doubted he would take much notice in that. The muscles along her back tensed and bended, as though trying to buck him off. Every moment spiked her heart rate and she feared she might pass out.

[Glass Prison]

Fasfer knew that she still had her head and could use to her advantage so he prepared to take on anything she threw at him, including the wild toss of her skull into his cheek. He growled and probed forward, touching her with the tip of his dick to let her know he had the ultimate weapon locked and loaded. His body lusted for her's, he wanted nothing more than to dive deep in and let her have it, show her who was boss around her. It excited him and he probed some more. "Remember bitch..," he hissed in her ear, "Hit me and I'll hit back harder." But instead of hitting, he would be biting and ramming. With a grunt, he drew back his massive hips and aimed ready, ready to sink it deep and go hard, "Ready baby?" he sneered.

[Saviour]

Azalea released a small whimper, but bit it back viciously. The damage done to her lip was far from her care, though. She felt his erection against her, and she screwed her eyes shut. His words were like venomous snakes, tickling the soft hairs of her ears. "I think you'll find this less enjoyable-" She paused to take a breath, knowing it would throw off the rasp of her voice but not really caring. "- Than you hope" She finished. Of course the words would return to her in the form of a harsh thrust, but she could deal. What choice did she have? It was live or die, and that decision was his. It was out of her control. The least she could do was justify her actions, fight until the last breath and not let him see her break. Azalea wouldn't go down without a few smart ass remarks.

[Glass Prison]

Fasfer just laughed at her pitiful comment, "I think it will be very,very enjoyable for me." With that said, Fasfer drove home with as much force as his body could put forth. His aim was deadly perfectly and he felt himself sink deep with in her warm walls. They surrounded his tool and warmed it, giving him the extra lubrication he needed to get thrusting faster. Upon impact, he left out a disgruntled grunt and faltered a bit. She was the first mare he had sexed since the last time he had been reborn. He had almost forgotten the magnificent feeling it brought him.

Fasfer got in control again and began humping her back side vigorously, glad for the vine restraints or they would be scooting forward. He didn't care if she protested, if she cried, or if she was in pain. This was about him, this was all for him.

[Saviour]

Azalea's back racked with shivers as he thrust into her, searing pain ripping her insides.
She let out a stifled cry and tried to pull away from him. The small but fiery mare twisted her neck around, snapping her jaws before his nose and snorting abruptly.
"You are a pathetic creature!" She cried, reluctantly turning her head forward and fighting against her bonds. "Forcing a mare is a weak thing to do, you know!" She continued, uncaring of how idiotic she probably sounded or how ridiculous she was being. He didn't care what she thought of him, he only knew the pleasure he was feeling.
He thrust in again and a strangled cry fell from her maw.

[Glass Prison]

Fasfer ignored her remarks as he continued to pump into her body. The feeling numbed his mind and his body to all pain, including the nips and bites to his nose. But the more she protested, the angrier and more horny he got. "Keep fighting bitch.." he hissed and drew back his hips farther to dive in deeper. Each time, he forced himself farther and farther into her body until he knew he was practically punching her womb.
Fasfer sudden felt his climax nearing and humped as fast as he possible could. He let out a relieved cry and felt his member soak her insides with his seed. He lowered his head and rested upon her back, moving his hips slowly until the tingling in his body ceased. With a satisfied grunt, he backed off her and let his member slip from of her and hang limp between his legs. When he pulled free. his seed oozed from her opening and ran down her legs. He managed a meager laughed and nipped her flank. "Hope you don't mind carrying a demon.."

[Saviour]

Her chest burned with anger when he spoke and she felt a shiver climb her spine. It shook her body and she bowed her head, chest heaving and ears forward. Pathetic.
Azalea felt him reach his climax and his cry sent her ears back in a flash. She snorted roughly, the pink insides of her nostrils showing, and threw her head back. He slid off of her and the relief was instant. Her legs hurt as did her sides and back. Perhaps, though, the part that hurt most of all was her rump. She clamped her tail down tightly, whirling around and baring her teeth at him and his comment. She prayed it wasn't true, but the warmth dripping down her back legs told her otherwise. Azalea longed for a witty remark but none came to her, so she stood there, legs shaking and chest heaving, an insatiable thirst for revenge pulsing in her veins.

[Glass Prison]

Faser laughed a deep laugh and nipped at her shoulder with blazing speed. Before she could comprehend the pain, he was already across the pasture, breaking the tree line. He called back over his shoulder, "I will return in eleven months to see if the child has survive its birth." With another haughty chuckle, the noisome beast vanished into the darkness like he had appeared.

[Saviour]

Azalea blinked and stumbled backward, turning her face back up to glare at him. All she caught was the receding image of him running off, and his nasty words. She stamped her hoof hard and threw her head, snorting. He would never see the child, she told herself. The child would not know his father, not ever.

[[ Sorry, I didn't know what else to say.. ]]

[Glass Prison]

(I suppose now you could fast forward 11 months)

[Saviour]

[[ Okay, the foal would be what, 2 months? Sorry, I'm not in much of a thinking mood ]]

[Glass Prison]

(That sounds good)

[Saviour]

[[ Should he look like this? -- http://www.stallionguide.ca/images/foal_contest/black_colt.jpg ]]

"Cyril!" Azalea's voice called to her son, an edge to it that could only be labelled as somewhere between exhaustion and anger.
The young, dark-coated creature came barreling from the forest and nipped at her side as he skidded to her side. She rolled her eyes and nipped him back. As much as Azalea hated to admit it, she loved being a mother. If she wasn't constantly afraid that the demon who had forced her would come back, she wouldn't be so mad over having the colt.

[Glass Prison]

(very nice! http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/330/e/1/Ter__r_the_demon_horse_by_pookyns_5.png i found this!)

[Saviour]

(( Which one do you prefer? It's up to you ))

[Glass Prison]

(we could change his coloring to match your mare, but he still has his father's fangs and devil eyes)

[Saviour]

[[ Okay, sounds good ]]

[Glass Prison]

For months Fasfer continued his dirty work all the while keeping a close eye on Aza. He continued to force mares and produced many colts and fillies, all to his hearts content. Now, after having eleven months pass and knowing Aza had their little one, the demonic brute chose to return to them.
Excited and giddy, if such a creature could actually feel such feelings, Fasfer made his way eagerly to the small clearing he knew Aza and their colt would be in. It didn't take him long to traverse the land from his former location and reach them within his a few days time, giving him enough time to feed so he wasnt tempted to drink from the offspring. Coming to the clearing, he broke through the trees with a raspy laugh and admired his work, laying his eyes on the foal, its demonic presence very obvious. "You did well, my dear.." he addressed Aza as he drew near.

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