“Hey Dash,” Pinkie piped up. “Think fast!”
Suddenly, Pinkie yanked
the wing as hard as she could. The bone snapped but the blue pony’s skin held,
then tore away. The pull ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way down
Dash’s back to her rump.
Oww!
Her body seized at the unexpected trauma. As her pelvis tensed up, Dash
felt a warm release between her legs, and her loud, unending melody of pain
filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.
I really can’t blame Dash’s brain for going “no, let’s not deal with this shit anymore”.
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