"Loom, No! I don't want to die to a dragon's flame! We don't have to die!" Loom doesn't let up as she begins to run a hoof along your inner thigh. You are in a panic, so you run everything through your mind. As Loom begins to slip her own dress off your mind fixes on the time you bit Max. You aim for Loom's hoof and connect hard with her wrist.
She reels her hoof back and shifts her rump over your stomach.The weight of a full grown mare restricts your breathing as a devilish smirk sets on Loom's face.
"I'm, I'm sorry! I just don't want to…"
"There is no dragon. You dirty little foal…"
Loom holds out her hoof and slaps you with it. Your head sits on it's side and your closed eyes begin to well up tears. Your face takes a while to register the sting as this was not what you would call a playful slap.
"I'm not going to waste the time I have with you. You should know, I like it rough!"