“Unhoof me you brutes” a mare in a burlap sack cried as she was carried down a dark hallway
 she had defaulted on her gambling debts and knew whatever awaited her wasn't good.
 
“Well-well-well took you long enough” the sack ceased its thrashing at the sound of the voice before being dropped before a shadowed figure the room was silent aside from a droning fan and the whimpers emanating from the now still, sack. “Help her up” the voice demanded as the two guards ri

It was a beautiful afternoon in

ponyville

, the calm warm sun shining down as a stallion can be seen fishing on the dock. it was ‘sort of his hobby. The small house with a hay thatch roof may look primitive but the land of magical pastel ponies had its tricks, inside a mare paced as she tried to make a decision, hoping her mother could help…



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// closer together



// Story: vore-belle the b

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// by

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