FFF - Fetlock

 289 o“...fetlock….” 

OK, OK OK…  I have to start with this one…It’s 152 words, if you are curious, but, as you all should know, I did not write it.  Mine is not nearly as good and comes afterwards.

King Arthur: I am your king. 
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you. 
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings. 
Woman: Well how'd you become king then? 
[Angelic music plays... ] 
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king. 
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. 

Dennis: Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you. Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away. 

And now for something completely different…

 She lay perfectly still, he was watching, she knew it, though the room was dark and sealed and soundproof, she knew he was watching.  She rested her forehead against the cheap vinyl-covered table and took her grip on the rusty legs beneath.  Her skin was clammy and damp, even in the heat broiling inside the room, she shivered.  She breathed as slowly as possible, using the rhythm to calm her nerves.  The links clanked softly against each other and her skin sounded like ripping Velcro as it sucked off the sticky table.  It sounded like ripping off a Band-Aid felt, she thought.  As she found purchase with her elbows, she lifted her chest off the table and allowed the fetid air to cool her skin, but all it did was let the sweat run freely and her nipples harden further.  They were so tender it hurt to lay back down again and her body slid on the sweat, straining against the straps around her waist and calves.  He was watching, she had to be strong.  She lay back down and felt her nipples pushing back in to the soft flesh of her breast.  She fought off the pain-flavored orgasm that threatened her composure, even with no restrictions in place, she feared to cum, she knew they would not stop.  She put her cheek to the table and closed her eyes and tried to suppress the climax that exploded through her cunt as her hips bucked and thrashed against the cheap vinyl table in the dark.  Her nipples were on fire and she gasped out loud as her calves clenched in spasm against the cuffs that dug in to her fetlock.  Her initiation as his pony girl was just beginning.(289)
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That is all for today.  It is late.
Enjoy your Friday.