Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Alma was walking slowly, legs still trembling, making her walk with a groggy pace, passing her hands trough her long, dark mane, combing back the matted hairs, feeling the cold rain to continuously pour over her soft coat. Despite the coldness and the constant water flowing over her young and toned body, she felt dirty. A dirt that coldn't be cleansed with water nor soap... like a dark stain deep in her soul, spreading with its tentacles troughout her whole being, a sense amplified ad infinitum each time the foul seed that that stray dog forced into her in an hopeful failed attempt to breed her. Her head spun around her, buzzing in confusion, the sound of the rain seeming so loud... SLAP With a loud neigh Alma froze to her place, taking a sharp, silent inhalation trough clenched teeths, almost a gasp, as the burning sensation of his hand on her supple rump tingled and with pulsing waves sent the pain troughout her body. Heart raced in her chest, lips trembled, biting them, hand clenched into tight fists as she thought what to do. Not knowing how to react. Harsher? Insults? As the equestrian took a breath, feeling the fresh air filling her lungs, she felt the tightness on her neck, remembering that now she had not the chance to speak her mind... Wondering, she thought if turning and slapping him back... thinking that, afterall, with a pained ankle and a stabbed arm, he shouldn't be much of a deal if she kicks him right... But something made her simply sniff and close her eyes, trying not to feel the lingering impring of his open hand on her burning skin and, always without opening her lips, proceeded to walk forward. She didn't cared anymore if people around her saw her as mother nature intended her to, nor she cared if people she was used to refer to as neighbours could see her walking like that in the autumn's rainy night followed by an angry man wearing a tattered trench coat... She only wanted to go home. Alone. Or with the one that captured her... enslaved her and seized her freedom. Her mind went again to the warm safety of her apartment, the warm colors of the furnitures, the comfortable calm of her cinnamon candles by the window... only to be washed away by cold drops on her body, feeling the rain to trickle down her young and pert breasts in rivulets, falling down her smooth belly and joining the warmth of the bastard dog's ejaculate. Belly muscles clenching, trying not to feel cold... or get a cold. Soon they were in front of her condo. With a sigh filled of nostalgia, sadness, extertions and relief, she opened the glass-doors, walking inside the well-lit entrance, the elevator already on floor-level. Her hooves clicking loudly over the tiled floor, mixing with the shower-like sound of the water falling from her body. Without looking back, she went to her mail box, inserted her fingers inside and, with a little efforts extracted a small key. Looking at him, straight into his eyes, she held the key tightly in her right palm. Chest heaving with her breath, shivers now accompanying each and every motion she made, the feeling of the cold rain trickling from her mane and shoulders, slowly, coldly traveling over he spine, making her sigh in uncomfortable manner, nipples hardly jutting past her coat, drops of water falling from them every now and then. ...seventh level... the first on the right... announced her with her trembling voice, legs still shaking nervously, body dripping with water as she took a step back toward the elevator and the staircase ...sh-shall i... you... we...