003: It Takes Two

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It had been 2 weeks since the previous incident, and Bramble had completely forgotten about it. Rain on the other hand... Hadn't.

Every day from then on she had tried to make an effort to look nice. She made sure to brush her mane 100 times every day and she even threw on a little make up for good measure. This was bound to get her noticed! Although; how was she supposed to get noticed by someone who didn't even attend that school anymore?

If you thought that Bramble had skived off or got expelled, then you were right. She didn't go to school for a week and a half after the whole 'music' incident, and when she did come back, she was sent on her way. She didn't care though; She saw this as an opportunity to clop, and read dirty magazines without anyone stopping by to see why she wasn't being productive like the rest of them.

As soon as she was given the news that she would no longer be attending non-existent high, she sprinted home as fast as she could, crawled under her bed and grabbed as many magazines as she could carry. She slid under the covers and flipped to page 3. The best models were ALWAYS on page 3.

She glanced at the page and she realised that there was something familiar about one of the models. Almost as if she had met one of them before...

Those purple streaks in her mane,
Those cool grey eyes,
Those angled black markings on her fur...
And then it hit her;

She knocked her over not too long ago when running away from the mess that was Prim!

Wasn't she only 14? Bramble thought to herself. Last time she checked, 14 year olds weren't supposed to model. Especially in porno mags. But she also figured that 15 year olds shouldn't be reading them. She turned away from the picture in the magazine, only to find that she was being drawn back to the seductive face of that same mare. She shrugged. Her body wasn't going to arouse itself...
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"Give it back!" Yelled Rain, chasing after the stallion who was clearly a good few inches taller than her.
She leapt up and grabbed the poster with her teeth, ripping it in half.

She galloped as fast as she could, and only when she ran out of breath did she realise that she had wound up in a forest, a good mile and a half away from school. "No going back now" she whispered to herself.

She trotted in a straight line, going deeper and deeper into the woodlands until she heard screams that sounded like someone was in immense pain.

"Ah~!"

She listened closely;

"Oh my god yes~!"

She heard it again. Making sure not to waste any more time, she sprinted in the direction that the sounds were coming from. They began to get louder and more desperate as she got closer. She looked around when she was sure that she had pinpointed the location of victim and that's when she stumbled upon a small, rundown bungalow, covered in years of ivy.

Forgetting that there was a door, Rain jumped in through the gap where there was once a window, tumbling on to the floor in an ungracious manner. Not hearing a thing, Bramble continued to pleasure herself. Until she caught a sight of the stunner herself.

Bramble stopped dead in her tracks and looked Rain in the eyes. Unsure of what to do, she forced a smile and just managed to utter a bewildered 'Hello'.

"Uh... Hi?" She choked. "I see you-you like my uh... um picture?" Rain blushed on saying.

"Yeah, I do. Nice to meet you, I'm Bramble; Now your biggest fan," She grinned, offering her hoof, which Rain took on impulse. "I see you've made copies,"

This made her flush bright red, and try to hide the paper with the exact same image printed on it. "Ah- Um- It's not- I mean- I'm not- That's not me..." She started.

Rain got embarrassed at even the slightest mention of her 'photos'. She backed away towards the door, but to her surprise, she was stopped, by a hot and sweaty Bramble.

"I never got your name," She smirked, prising the remnants of the page out of her grasp. She handed her the nearest pen, and she wrote her name and her phone number, seconds before darting back into the forest, and out of it again, leaving Bramble in the dust, chuckling incoherently.

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