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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Legion 
// by Mochas Dungeon 
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        “Ev, roll over.  Something’s on your belly.  I think you’re hurt.  I’d better kiss it better.”

        



        Ever Last opened his eyes and sighed, his bed was slightly wet, his cock was out, and he smelled the stench of his semen.  

        Rolling out of bed he quickly changed the sheets, made it nicely and opened the curtains.  The setting sun graced him as he turned to leave the room.  Another night of drinking and drugs.

        “Mother, why?”

        



        He woke up lying on his couch on his belly, legs splayed out, spread eagle and drooling.

        “What time’s it?” he asked the pillow under his face.

        Rolling off the couch he whined as he moved his stiff limbs, a hypodermic needle falling from his foreleg with a drug cocktail he didn’t know, but it helped his memory fade; for a while.

        



        The sound of sucking, the feel of his mother’s tongue gliding along his cock, the moaning she made at his expense while he clutched his stuffed gryphon to his chest.

        



        He reached for another bottle, whatever it was it burned his throat as he drank it.  Four swallows, his stomach burned now; sending his mind reeling.  He sobbed as he drank another swig and looked to the kitchen.  

        “Toh-now.”

        He scrambled as quickly to the kitchen with his bottle of liquor in his mouth, dropping it to the floor, and opened a drawer, pulled his favorite knife out and sat on the floor.  

        He laid it on the floor before him and looked at it.  

        Drinking more he began to cry; tears falling onto the knife between his legs.  

        “Why, mother?”

        



        She climbed on top of him, facing away and slowly took him inside of her.

        “Oh, only eleven and you’re the biggest stallion in the house,” she said as she leaned forward and rocked her hips.

        



        He picked up the blade in his right hoof, holding it tightly.  He brought it to his foreleg and lightly traced it across the inside, smiling as it cut through his flesh easily.

        Blood oozing from the wound as he moved it to his neck, slicing gently lengthwise.

        Reaching below he sliced above his sheath, a pleasurable shudder went through him as he dropped the blade and took a couple more swigs.

        He began to fall asleep, pain was his friend.

        



        His mother rocked on top of him.  It felt good.  He felt his body trembling as she mewled and grunted, tighter she got as he sat up. 

Pleasure rushing through him as he dropped his soft toy and grabbed her mane, restraining the primitive winney that accompanied his dry orgasm.

He felt every twinge of his mother's insides as she slowly slid of his glistening member until it flopped and smacked his chest. 

“I love you, Ev,” she’d whisper as she laid next to him again, wrapping him in a cuddle.   She always fell asleep right away, leaving him to think about the events over and over.