As soon you went downstairs, you felt an strong feeling, one of dread that made shudder enough. You got the feeling that if you get out, chances are that you gonna be captured and sent onto some sort of sex dungeon and never to be seen again, you made an small canary conjured on your mana and connected your sense of sight with, you made it fly down on your stead and landed close to the doors.
You blood freeze to notice an sizable horde of drunk-on-lust mares, all seemly waiting outside of the establishment, panting heavily eager, anxious and very jumpy, some had those heart-shaped pupils in their eyes and looked quite hungry for something big and throbbing...
And by the looks of it, they were attracted by the ruckus you and Mrs Cake had done.
You gulped.
Your instincts were right, you dispelled the canary and thought on how you could evade the horde of horny mares, it was like an zombie horde but instead of unliving diseases-ridden abomination, they were semi-feral mares eager to jump on you given the oportunity and while that's something you can get behind, it's the feeling on your gut that told you that it wasn't the right idea and such, you tend to obey said gut feeling for it helped you quite alot.
Teleport directly to your home won't work, you put an shield around your hut-mansion..
But you could use an invisibility spell..
Yeah, ponies shouldn't have strong sense of smell and hearing, right? They won't be able to see you with this on right? Smiling as you looked on your lexicon for the right spell, you began to cast it on yourself, making an transparent bubble around you, it wasn't an protection bubble so anybody would be able to pass through it. But it doesn't matter, the bubble was enough to encompass your whole body and cloaking you, even had this fwooshhh sound of the Romulan Warbirds' Cloaking Device.
Yes, you were kind of a geek, nerd.
Whatever.
And so you continue moving downstairs and approaches to the establishment's exits, you gulped a bit of as you made it outside, the strong musky scent filled your nostrils as you were fully outside, there was an strong warmth emanating from the horde of moaning mares, an heated air mixed with all kind of scents but you continued on, ignoring the sensory feedback and made your way on an exposed space between... what seems to be Spoiled Milk and Cheerilee? No matter, you move bit by bit, no making any sound and slowing passing your way between the two heated, panting mares and slipping your way to freedom...
You blood freeze to notice an sizable horde of drunk-on-lust mares, all seemly waiting outside of the establishment, panting heavily eager, anxious and very jumpy, some had those heart-shaped pupils in their eyes and looked quite hungry for something big and throbbing...
And by the looks of it, they were attracted by the ruckus you and Mrs Cake had done.
You gulped.
Your instincts were right, you dispelled the canary and thought on how you could evade the horde of horny mares, it was like an zombie horde but instead of unliving diseases-ridden abomination, they were semi-feral mares eager to jump on you given the oportunity and while that's something you can get behind, it's the feeling on your gut that told you that it wasn't the right idea and such, you tend to obey said gut feeling for it helped you quite alot.
Teleport directly to your home won't work, you put an shield around your hut-mansion..
But you could use an invisibility spell..
Yeah, ponies shouldn't have strong sense of smell and hearing, right? They won't be able to see you with this on right? Smiling as you looked on your lexicon for the right spell, you began to cast it on yourself, making an transparent bubble around you, it wasn't an protection bubble so anybody would be able to pass through it. But it doesn't matter, the bubble was enough to encompass your whole body and cloaking you, even had this fwooshhh sound of the Romulan Warbirds' Cloaking Device.
Yes, you were kind of a geek, nerd.
Whatever.
And so you continue moving downstairs and approaches to the establishment's exits, you gulped a bit of as you made it outside, the strong musky scent filled your nostrils as you were fully outside, there was an strong warmth emanating from the horde of moaning mares, an heated air mixed with all kind of scents but you continued on, ignoring the sensory feedback and made your way on an exposed space between... what seems to be Spoiled Milk and Cheerilee? No matter, you move bit by bit, no making any sound and slowing passing your way between the two heated, panting mares and slipping your way to freedom...
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June 2, 2023
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