--sICK oF gAMES

[Katty]

Jena

Palomino stag herded the dappled vixen through the various lands and into the 'rebel land'. Jena through up her head in annoyance; she was not going to stand for this stallion’s nonsense. It was pathetic. Jena slid to a stop sick of this stallion’s game and rounded on the stallion. She glared in a half angry, half exasperated way. “What do you want with me” She said darkly. I arched her pretty neck and stared at him defiantly. He had no business with her; she would escape and return to her land by sunrise. Jena tossed her head and pawed the ground watching the stag closely

[racechick]

Sigaf

Creamy blonde miniature stag galloped swiftly after the motley fae, letting his ivories lacerate her flesh, before she stopped and turned. She wanted away from here... From him, he knew that before her kissers even parted. Setting into a tight circle, within her personal space, looping her multiple times before speaking. He ignored her question all together, getting right to the point. "Well dear, the only way you're getting out of here is if... His voice trailed as he smirked, I get your first born filly." He negotiated, the mare unaware of the 'rape' that would soon be committed. As he came around her rump for the seemingly hundredth time, Sigaf pounced, pillars quickly constricting around her barrel; incisors catching the nape of her neck, jagged ebony plates slicing into her delicate pelt, the stallion's harks hinging to his attic. Dark pools of hazel shone against his frost painted profile, the sides of his velvet lips curling into an excited grin.

A thrust of his marble aureate hips began his job, and the implanting of his seeds was the end, the cow shaking his crown before touching her elegantly shaped aud with his muzzle. "Oh and it can't be my filly either." He added to their oral contract, noting that there would be death to the horses that didn't hold up their end of the deal. Slipping from her silky dappled hide, Sigaf rubbed his crania on her rump, hooves tight against her sides the whole way off the mare. Sigaf eyed the petty fae, "Where do you reside dearest? I will let you return there now if you tell me..." He chuckled within his mind, his expression unchanging, he wasn't just going to let her go; He would follow her there, whether she knew it or not, just to ensure that was truly her home. Sigaf awaited her reply, raking the empty space before him with an impatient column.

[Katty]

Jena

He was right behind Jena, no surprise there. He approached the dappled fae at a swagger invading her personal space with ease. She glared at him loathingly and then he began to speak. Well Dear, The Only Way You’re Getting Out Of Here Is If... He trailed of here and Jena listened intently. I Get Your First Born Filly. Mottled mare froze as he nosed his way towards her rump. She swung herself around but he was persistent. With a glare she stopped and braced herself for a weight that would eventually come. He began his violent thrusting and the mare stood, her hooves digging into the ground as he bred her. He slid from her back and she jumped away from him turning swiftly with a swish of her creamy tale. Oh And It Can’t Be My Filly Either. She shook her head confused but he rubbed his crania against her and continued. Where Do You Reside Dearest? I Will Let You Return There Now If You Tell Me. She stood placidly, casually but Jena’s mind was racing. If she told him where she lived he would be able to find her, she took a sideways glance at her side, and the foal to come. “Firstly” She said in a dignified voice. “It’s Jena, not dearest” She paused for a little and then said. “I live in the G... Green Forest” Grey fae eyed him wandering if he guessed she had lied. If he followed her then it was all too bad, she would be home, and he would probably just give her a hard time then go. She hoped... “Am I free to go now?” Jena said testily. She turned her rump on him and started to trot away.

At the edge of the land Jena stopped and raised her velveteen maw to the wind. Her long tassels caught the in the wind and she inhaled. There was the scent of Sigaf, and she believed he might be close. She waited for five minutes all her senses alert, the hairs on her neck on end. Shaking her neck she continued to trot away towards her home, towards the Green Lands.