Ravenously

Restricted
Avenues
Vehemently
Endeavored
Naturally
Omitting
Undersold
Self
Lying
Youth

Next up: Youth

Sighs heavily with disappointment and just...lays there.

Happy Belated Birthday!
hope your day was wonderful!

*chuckles* you probably deserved that spanking!!!

hugs...kisses

Then shushes with extreme prejudice and just pets your hair

Leans in a bit closer.

Well, let Me explain it to you.

Pony's wear a tail fastened to a anal plug

it will be made from your own hair

so you'll look amazing.

Walks around behind you kicking your feet even wider apart

and My hand slides over your firm butt..

How long has it been since the pony has had a bathroom break?

hours... or days?

"I believe your karma is gonna kick you right in the nuts if you don't shut up right now, you Hitmixer!"

Giggles insanely.

Main House
"This is—" Holly, exasperated, glanced down at herself and then back up towards you.

"…not even in my, like, top fifty most scandalous! I'm posting to Molly's page, not my personal!"

Did she have to threaten to put on her definitely not culturally-insensitive, non-religious full-body-covering again? Or did you just tag on a low-effort 'Not complaining' to gird yourself against be called a sissy by imaginary male hecklers?

Holly stood and squinted a moment.

"And you're plenty interesting or fun, maybe it ain't even about you maybe she had something come up, you don't know her life…"

Wait, why the hell is she defending Qalli?!
Well, she just couldn't abide by whatever your reaction threatened to be, like you were primed to chop yourself down at a moment's notice, self-immolate at the first sign of anything, like this was something you wanted to passive-aggressively send Qalli, but Holly was the only set of ears around right now.

"You know I was bullshitting, right? I mean… Molly is waiting for me to bump her post but she's… not taking summer classes. Whatever, I was preparing to absolutely dunk on you when you were gonna call me on it, but the moment's passed."

With a sneaky grin, Holly stopped short of turning on the heat and instead backed away from the controls, seeking one of those blankets you had set up.

"You ain't ever been in a sauna."

Happy Birthday Baron Igor!

Seven do you believe in karma?

your friendship has been a gift and blessing to so many of us here!!
Till we meet again.....

Almost leans on the top rail of the gate legs spreadwide

The woman casually lifts and hefts one of her breasts in her hand making some comment about size

Eyes go wide at the mention of a tail wondering how she can have a tail

Shakes her head as much as the collar and straps allow

"Pet your fingers through my hair. Tell me everything's gonna be alright."

Trying to just breathe.

am so sorry to read this.
you and i have been here in soi for about the same length of time... and often passed each other in the halls and saying hi and catching each other in the cork.

Thank you...for the friendship...for all you have given of yourself to the folks here...you sharing your life and time with us....has been greatly appreciated.
You are much loved here.
wishing you peace, comfort and dignity know that you are surrounded by love and prayers

hugs

Purrrsss "good pony" at least you can follow directions..

A little smile on painted lips as I stand in front of you

and casually weigh one of your udders in My hand, lightly squeezing..

Thankfully they're not too small

pony's bring higher resale with larger boobs..

Did My bitch fit you with a tail yet?

Watches the woman apprach and pick up the clipboard that hangs from a hook by the door consulting it

Hears a few comments muttered then the womans eyes turn to her hissing commands

Trembling she shuffles her feet wider in the hideous boots so her breasts hang almost draped over the stall door realising the woman called them udders not breasts and shivers

Looking up as I stop at the pony's stall.

Picking up her chart from the peg and reading back..

Intake: 5'4",,, shoulder length hair...Blue eyes

dropped off for intense training..

~giggling~ as I see the drool dripping from your lips..

Hissing, spread your legs further apart pony

and drape your udders over the top rail of the gate..

That's the first thing you'll ALWAYS do when you see Me arrive..

Main House
"Aight, aight, chill."

He caught a whiff of your conditioner, that floral one, with a hint of spice in it, and he accents the height disparity by not moving an inch, just taking a deep inhale.

"I am not a temperature terrorist. That wouldn't even be that cold if you weren't wearin' Vatos Locos 'Blood in; Blood out'-ass blindfold as a top!

N-Not that I'm complainin', jus' remarkin', feelme?"

And then you turn back around, and stare up in your challenge, and he stares back down at you. Your one-up has him shrugging.

"Who the hell cares what James is doin', Holla?" His lips flatten out and 'tsks' out the side of them.

"I know what ghostin' feels like, Holly. I'm just sayin' I didn't expect it now. S'pose I wasn't interesting or fun enough."

He takes a step back.

"Guess I'll prepare for the SAUNA."

And he begins disrobing in preparation for the Sweatlodge you were about to make this house. Seventy Seven. Jesus, were they lizards?

"And yeah, that was the joke. You ain't gotta explain it to me, it ruins the humor."

Just lays there still holding you and comforting you. Knowing you've been through enough

hears the sound of footsteps out in the aisle

watching a woman she has not seen before appraching as she half leans on the door to her stall breasts hanging loose, drool drips from her mouth, her head feeling like its encased in leather straps, ponytail floping from the crown of her head

hearing a noise coming from one of the stalls

as I do my evening security check.

Going to investigate.