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>You squirm, push, and kick them back but soon they have each of your legs in their grasps and they begin moving closer to you
>Your soft, pink, and slightly plump body is pinned to the ground; your wide flank pointing up and your legs are spread as four bulls feeling up your exposed body
>Each one of their hooves, digging under you fur, sends a shock up your spine causing you to shutter
>You weakly beg for them to stop as they rub up your thighs, down your front legs, all converging towards your nether region
>Suddenly, one of their hooves rests gently on one of your teats
>You “eep” and bite your lip, trying to control yourself
>“…yes Red Corn here isn’t very bright but, I’m sure you’ll find he’s quite charming…”
>Longhorn’s voice keeps dragging on like nails on a chalkboard used as background noise
>Your head is spinning in sensory overload
>The scratches from their rough hooves, dragging slow lines to your crotch, teasing you
>It's mind numbing
>Your whole body quivers as they ride their way to each sensitive part of your body only to stop just before touching them, then they begin dragging back down towards where they started
>Each of them following their own rhythmic movement
>One hoof is making circles around you teats, only going up them to lightly flick at your nipples, another is spreading and kneading your fat, pink cheeks
>You’re starting to lose it
>The prospect of one your greatest fears is being slow to a crawl before it even begins
>Voices and sounds around you begin to melt and your body is grinding against the wood floor uncontrollably
>You back arches, to and fro, hoping that one of these hooves will hit its mark
>“…and his wife left him over some minor abuse charges but, we all know how that story goes and-…well now, lookachu? I thought you were above this sort of thing princess?”
>You can hear him and deep down you know it isn’t true but this isn’t you anymore…
>You’re not a princess-
