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Thread 32237835 Post 32238408

!F9CBa509ak 2018-04-16 09:48:36 No. 32238408
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"No. No, Mocha. You were upset, you were scared, and your emotions just flared up a bit. I'm not going to punish you for that. But if you ever try something like that again, I will not hesitate to put you over my knee and light your button fire. It is never acceptable to do that to someone who doesn't want it, understand?"
> Her expression - which had been turning to something approximating relief - now slides straight back into one of pure shock; the blush reestablishes itself all across her cheeks and one of her hind legs twitches.
> Hrm - maybe that was the wrong thing to say.
> You'd meant it to be a final reinforcement that you were letting her go out of sympathy, but felt no attachment and would treat her as any of the other ponies that were your property if she tried something.
"Now, c'mere-"
> Rectifying the situation, you slip your hands beneath her forelegs and lift Mocha Cream up to rest against you - her head tucked over your shoulder and in against your neck.
> The pony needs no encouragement, one hoof folding beneath her while the other wraps around your side to pull her in close to you.
"-and listen to me. I know it hurts. I know it feels like something's just been ripped out of you, that there's lead ball where your stomach ought to be. I know it feels like nothing will ever be right again. I lost someone I loved very much once too, so believe me - I know."
> No petting now.
> Just your hand on her back, feeling the rise and fall of her sides beneath the now-wrinkled and battered uniform.
> Letting her sense the presence of its weight, and know that even after breaking her heart you would still be there to be her bulwark.
"I can't be what you want me to be. But I will always be there to support you. Understand?"
> "Yes, Master."
> It sounds odd, hearing her voice coming from just behind your head.
> Even despite having heard it before when she was giving a massage.
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