Escutcheon's mind slowly began to fog up, as the smells assaulted his mind. His mind slowly began to drift from wanting to get off of the filly and get her back to her home, to how pretty she looked, and how strong she was. His eyes moved down her flank as she carried him deeper into the forest. He looked in simple awe at the ripe plum on her flank. He leaned in and inhaled deeply. His mind continued to slip as he smelled her. She smell just like plums. He leaned in and licked her cutie mark wondering if she tasted like a plum too.
"Eeeep. Wh-what are you doing?!" She jumped. He looked up at her, a confused expression on his face. She didn't taste like a plum she tasted more like sweat than anything else. "Well stupid colt what do you think you're doing?" He's ears flopped back as she bucked him off of her back. He landed on his side with at thud, his bound limbs unable to stop his fall. She trotted up to him, and glared down at him. "Well?"
"I'm sorry I thought you'd taste like plums." Fear managed to unfog his mind enough for him to get the coherent thought out. His normally white cheeks a deep red.
"That's not how you taste a mare you stupid colt." She smiled at him like a wolf. She leaned down and kissed him. His mind raced. His eyes shot open wide, and he pulled away. "What?" She demanded her snarl back on her face.
"Please let me go. This isn't right, this isn't right. That's only what your suppose to do if your in love."
"Are you stupid." She stepped on him pushing his back into the dirt. He winced as she slowly stomped on his ribs. "It's just a kiss. You're going to do a lot more than kiss me on the lips when you're a broken colt. And you're going to love every second of it like a good stupid colt."
"Please get off I-I c-can't breath." He whizzed his eyes going wide. She smiled down at him as he struggled for air.
"Don't worry colt I'm not going to let my first hunt suffocate." She took a breath before leaning down and kisses him blowing the air into his lungs. She takes some of the pressure off of his chest. She did this again and again. Taking control of how much air he got in his lungs. She soon took her hoof off of his chest, so that he could breath normally again. But didn't stop the kisses. He didn't fight her. His only protest were the tears steaming down his face. "What's wrong with you, you stupid colt."
"I'm sorry Dusk." She frowned.
"You're mine. I caught you." She slammed her hooves into his gut, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He winced tears streamed down his cheeks at the pain, but he shook his head side to side. She pulled up to stomp him again. He winced pulling his bound limbs in to try and cushion himself. She bought her hooves down, the blow lightened as soon as she struck the blanket that bound his front hooves together.