You've grown bored of her already. You walk to the other end of the table and position yourself carefully. You buck once. Twice. Three more times. Finally her skull cracks and bone enters her brain, rendering her lifeless in seconds.
But you've gone and gotten yourself all messy. Your lower half is now covered in blood, and you're tracking it everywhere. You glance to the filly and lick some of the blood from where you were kicking. It was tangy and semi-sweet. You lapped as much up as you could, your muzzled now coated in the crimson liquid as well. You wonder what else you could do to the filly before cooking her...
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