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sample bestiality horse "bestialityhorse" story: Patrice was still asleep under the blanket, curled into a tight little ball. I sat there by the fire for a while, gnawing on a bit of bread left over from last night. We have to get out of here. It's getting harder and harder to find food, and the days just keep getting shorter and colder. If we can make it out of town, maybe we can find an old farmhouse or something to hold up in for the winter. I could figure out a way to hunt for food like father and I used to, and use the skins for bedding or clothes if we have to. But we can't stay here any longer, I had heard the old men talking down the street about how cold it was going to get over the next few months, and without a decent roof or solid walls to protect us, we'll both freeze to death. Patrice started to move around under the blanket and turned to peek out at me. She saw the glazed look on my face and asked if something was wrong. I told her about my plan and that we had to get out while we still could. She closed her eyes for a moment and said that she didn't want to go, she was scared to leave the town, what if there were soldiers out there? I said that I hadn't seen a soldier for over a month, and reminded her that if we didn't do something, we'd both freeze to death or die of starvation. Reluctantly she agreed and put her arms and blanket around us both, for a long time we just sat there, scared to take the first step into the unknown. Finally we got up, put all that we had in an old knapsack I had got off of a dead soldier and started walking. We had never gone more than a mile from our neighborhood since the bombing, not that there was anything different to see anywhere other than destruction and death. About noon we reached the edge of the city, the old city walls now cracked and crumbling. We stepped out of the old city and turned south toward where my old home had been. I knew the country well, but a year of war and fire bombings had reduced most of my old landmarks to dust. By nightfall we were hopelessly lost with nothing to eat and no shelter in which to spend the night. As twilight settled in I looked towards the setting sun and saw what looked like a building in the distance... continue -> zoo paysites |
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