Re: Being Like Me Wont Make your Life Any Better

[Spritz]

Diablo should have expected that this would happen. There were several herds around this place, each of which had its own group of lusty horny young studs that would happily pounce on anything that moved. He'd seen what a group of them could do to a mare. Together, they were strong. Diablo was a beast for sure but he wasn't unbeatable and neither was the mare. His mind had broken free of Amimi's bewitching spell and he realized the danger of the situation now. Away from the orchard, the land wasn't familiar and they were at a disadvantage, the safest thing to do would be to get Amimi back to the apple trees where she knew what was what. The stud snorted harshly, pinning his ears back and throwing his head into the air. The sun was starting to set and murky, cold darkness was oozing out of cracks and shadows, making the twilight seem quite.. errie. His muzzle twitched and he came to a complete stop. 

Amimi's shrill cry rang out through the gnarly trees and a flock of noisy blackbirds screeched, flapping clumsily out of the forest and into the sky. The sudden interuption of the silence made Diablo spook, rearing into the air and striking out with his great hooves. Disorientated and confused, the angry stud bolted towards where he thought he had heard the mares cry. 

A group of young, thickly built stallions prowled the woods. They were outcasts of the herd, there could only be one male in charge and they weren't strong enough to surpass him.. quite yet. The big dappled male led three others down the mossy hill, his muscles rippling under his speckled coat. His pink nostrils were flared and the whites of his eyes flashed in the dying sun as the delectable heat scent of a lovely young mare filled his nose. He grunted softly,as he detected the musky, angering smell of another male close by. He was determined to claim the mare as his own. There were far to few lone females out here, the ones that dared to live near the dark forest were already claimed and protected by one of the older, stronger stallions. 

The dark shadow of a cliff loomed before him and the grey stud's ears perked, his nostrils quivering and his tool hanging between his legs. She was there, he could feel it. The shadows couldn't hide her forever. Sticks and twigs splintered under his heavy feathered hooves as he caught sight of her. She was a pretty silver mare, and her body was built for speed. She was slightly smaller then he was but not by much and her muscles were comparable with his own. The grey stallion's eyes glinted as her scent crept into his nostrils. It was too late for her... too late... He stepped out of the trees, flanked by the three younger, smaller studs. They stayed back as he cornered her, snorting and biting at her flank harshly, pushing her against the rock with his bulk. "An awful long way from home, aren't you princess..."

[Glass Prison]

Amimi suddenly froze in place, her sharp hooves slicing through the moist dirt as she spun sideways and backed up into the cliff wall. Her ears were flat against her skull, lost in the endless sea of her white mane. With her nostrils dilated and her eyes wide till the point the whites showed, she had of looked like she had seen a ghost. Her nostrils vibrated with such sudden inhales of breath as she struggled to determine the husky smells that wafted towards her on the gentle breeze. She half reared out of frustration as her mind fought to decipher the various smells around her,to try and locate the dangerous ones, but all of them were threatening. She caught the scent of a large stallion moving in her direction, his smell husky and sex driven, and fear crawled across her skin. Her heart raced within her chest as she tried to reach out to Diablo, to tell him where she was. As she prepared to run, a silver pelted stud emerged from the trees with a grin on his face. She backed up against the rock and hissed, sizing him up as he slowly approached her. He was well built and she feared the only way to save herself would be to tear his throat out. The idea was appealing and as she moved to lunge at him, she noticed three more stallions flank him. She jumped back and half reared, screaming into the darkness for help.

When she came back down, the big stud had closed the distance between them and was pushing against her wit his bulk. He nipped at her flank and she growled, trying to nip him back as he shoved her into the rock. Her ankle struck a sharp edge and she hissed as she could feel the blood ooze along her cornet. Amimi knew she was trapped now. The three younger stallions stood a few feet away and watched as the older one pushed harder against her. He spoke, his voice husky and thick with lust, and nipped her again. She lashed out at him, slicing his shoulder as she snarled back, "I'm not your princess!"