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// Sex - Syvvak 
// Story: The Jazzy Fillyfooling Group Collab 
// by The Princess Rarity 
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Vinyl walked over to the grey mare laying on the ground. The mare was breathing heavily; that last hit must have broken a rib and caused it to puncture a lung. The mare was writhing on the rain-slick sidewalk. Her breathing quickened.

“I made you kill your best friend.” As she said this, Vinyl threw some pictures of a colt kissing another colt at the mare. “I made you kill your wife.” She threw an earring at her. “And, now, I’ve killed you.”

“Goddamnit, Vinyl! How many times have I told you not to quote The Punisher while we’re having sex?”


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At the sound of her marefriend's voice, the room changed back to normal. Vinyl was straddling a heavily breathing Octavia, who didn’t seem happy.

“Um, once?” she asked sheepishly.

“Six! Six times this month! And it’s only the eighth!”

“I’m sorry, Tavi.” The white unicorn looked down despondently. Octavia sighed.

“It’s fine. Try not to do it again.”

‘Thanks, Tavi! You’re the best.” She gave the grey mare a peck on the lips. “Now, would you like to punish me?”