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Tapping the empty skin with one foot, "I'm sure you don't secretly want to be a pony girl." Sashra mused aloud. The challenge, the suggestion clear in her voice to Madlock.
"No, nor any desire to experience it even momentarily." he answers, folding his arms resolutely.
"That refusal does suggest a certain fear, about subconscious desires." Mistress Jasmine's barb struck home. As anger flashed across Madlock's face.
It's Sashra who soothed his ruffled feather, as she caressed his tense shoulders. Hanging from one like a doting bride.
"If you wear it, I can tell you who the beast was before she discovered her true place in life."
She nods her head in your direction. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" she asked, in a whiny, pleading tone. You knew too often from her bargaining sessions when she wanted some token to show her favoured position in the harem. You also know how effective it is.
"Well... I am curious" Madlock confessed.
"Do you know if it works on men, or only women?" Sashra floating an idea that Madlock won't even be made into a pony girl, that it might only work on women. Further raising the stakes and his incentive to put on the skin.
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