segador-hammered anon

>urban exploration is fun.
>sometimes profitable, sometimes you find bums fucking.
>today you found a nice little warehouse, abandoned only a year ago.
>used to be used by some mexican company.
>sold that shitty candy and lots of fucking pinatas.
>half broken horses, stars, and cartoon characters litter the floor.
>apparently the company was involved with the cartel, or trafficking.
>your hope was to find drugs, dirty money, anything.
>the first thing you found of interest was a pink unicorn, still intact and clean.
>neat, not worth much so you ignore it.
>moving through the burned and broken pieces of shelves and stands you make it to the offices up stairs.
>again not much, burned notes, empty pill bottles, and a unicorn.
>wait a fuck.
>its not downstairs.
>*poke*
>no reaction.
>whatisthisannabellebullshit.
>you turn it over and look it up and down.
>nothing weird, sounds like theres a bit of candy in it, but thats all.
>explore a few other offices, found the drug den.
>nothing fresh, everything is expired.
>no coke, is pepsi ok?
>that was a terrible joke.
>go through another door, find the managers office.
>theres a safe!
>a few twists annnnd there we go.
>you find 30 euros.
>shit.
>you also find the unicorn on your way out.
>how?
"how did you get here?"
>you pick it up, shake it, tap on it.
>nothing stands out.
>well if its so eager to follow, might as well take it with you.
>shove it in your pack and consider this day a failure.
>at least the pinata is cute.
>exploring abandoned places fucking sucks.
>theres almost no money in it and tetanus is on the rise.
>youve hit 3 places after the pinata warehouse and it all was terrible.
>a hotel that collapsed after a wayward fart.
>a disney island that was just nasty and shitty.
>and an old house with a coyote inside.
>you're spending today at home, looking for more promising places around you, a hospital a few hours out and a half sunk restaurant.
>your new companion sits on a shelf watching you at the computer.
>if its haunted it hasnt said anything creepy, so you assumed it was either a robot, or just a crazy delusion.
>it was going to be a long drive whatever you decided so you just took some time to look over this pink thing.
>it seemed to be a normal pinata.
>poking it, rubbing it, weighing it turned up nothing weird.
>but then you remembered what you heard when you shook it.
>candy.
>its probably old as fuck, but maybe the answer was in the candy.
>you reached into a drawer.
>drew out a survival knife.
>brought it to the chest.
>and it grabbed your hand.
>you need to change your pants, and you need to deal with this sinister glare from a small pink unicorn.
>its intense, feels like your guts are doing flips.
"hi."
>your voice breaks like a teenager working a part time job.
>it slowly pulls your hand away from it, and points its snout to the desk.
>you set it down on the desk, keeping the knife close.
>"hola humano"
>"Ni siquiera pienses en cortarme el culo abierto"
>its high pitched voice pierces you, but you uh...need to make something clear.
"hey do you know english? i kinda suck at mexican."
>it throws its face in its hoof.
>"jodido idiota"
>she then pokes that hoof into my face.
>"do not even think of cutting me open, or ill beat you dead gringo!"
"noted, so uh my name is Anon."
>"Segador, don't shorten it to sega."
"kay, so how are you alive miss segador?"
>she spends a minute in thought...
>and shrugs.
>"no pista, i just woke up one day and havent figured out why."
>she oints to the knife.
>"now put that down or im using it for desollado."
>she seems serious, so in your best interest you slide it back into the drawer.
>with an acknowledging nod she surprisingly hops off the desk and into your lap.
>"good, you're too cute to fuck up this early."
>she playfully taps you on the chin and that momentarily breaks you from your stupor.
"so, whats your purpose? are you some modern age pinocchio? a princess turned into a tiny horse? wh-"
>she cuts you off.
>"i don't know. i just dont know...all i know is that i HATE kids..."
>shes shaking in anger, the red comes back into her eyes. christ this is weird.
"hey hey, easy. no kids here, i hate em too ok?"
>she seems to collect herself.
>you hardly noticed her paper was standing on end.
>" Los niños son los peores, nada más que psicópatas mocosos."
>she mutters, seems she isnt looking at you.
>"Puedo sentirlo, una escuela no muy lejos ..."
>shes looking right through you, its terrifying.
"please go back to english, please go back to english, please go back to english."
>her eyes focus on you.
>she sneers.
>"pathetic, i get a little focused and you piss yourself."
>she pushes on your chest, while small her hoof has some weighted feeling to it.
>"i was talking about going out, and bashing heads in, now are you going to come, or are you going to be another notch."
"w-woah woah, wait i dont want to kill kids!"
>her hoof connects with your cheek.
>"are you going to get in my way?"
"no..."
>"then stay here, ill be back...useless gringo."
>she hops down from your lap and makes her way to the door.
"hey, why do you want to ill them?"
>she stops, the room feels cold.
>"why..."
>"why why why..."
>"why do they want to break me open huh? why do those entitled little cabrons think im nothing to them? why indeed anon, why indeed."
>shes just out the door.
>you dont want to stop her, but you cant just let her murder indiscriminately.
"hey uh, sega, why dont you stay for a little longer since school hasnt started yet?"
>she turns on you quick.
>"!Qué es lo que dije!"
>she has you on the floor in seconds, fuming with rage.
>"dije segador, no sega"
"segador! segador! im sorry!"
>shes still holding your collar, hate ebbing away.
"im sorry...i just, needed to address you quick. school is still closed until 7, so no ones there, youd just be waiting in an empty lot."
"thats no fun right?"
>you bullshit her as best you can, and its working alright.
>"2 hours...fine, i can stay for 2 hours."
>she stands and walks over you back into the room.
>she goes back to the shelf and makes herself comfortable.
>"do you have a plan or something to occupy me? because i might just go to the lot if you dont."
>you think, what could keep a murderous small horse busy.
>wait, thats it!
>>>
>its been an hour and a half and shes still focused on it.
>her eyes are glassy.
>knees weak.
>if she could shed be sweating by now.
"yeah, thats good. right there, careful!"
>"i know what im doing tonto"
>shes so confident its scary
>left, right, up, down...its seamless.
>you can hear it now, shes so close.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJrL0LrHH-U
>a slash, a chop, and Twirlenkiller is set up for the execution.
>she slumps back into the chair, you're glad you found a game to keep her occupied.
>she turns to you, panting like shes been through all that action herself.
>"ok, you found something id like, hah."
>she wipes non existent sweat from her forehead and settles back into a rhythm.
>you glance at the clock, 7:25.
>you kept her this long, lets hope you can go longer.
>this is actually kinda fun.
>having a...
"hey, segador?"
>"ja?"
"im glad i got to meet a friend like you."
> "mismo ... amigo"
>she doesnt look at you, still focused on the fighting you take the opportunity to get something to eat.
>a couple of bearclaws and a coke.
>you grab another in case she wants one, as ridiculous as that is.
>but when you get back and shake the can in her face she does not hesitate to snatch it.
>"ey, watch this."
>she takes the knife out of your desk and pops the bottom, shotguns the drink in seconds, and smashes it underhoof.
"wow."
>she flees.
>"yeah, met some guys hanging out by a gas station, high on peyote, thought i was a talking dog. still taught me how to shotgun shitty beer though heh."
"peyote? damn, did you have some?"
>"on me? nah gringo nah, no pockets."
"no i meant did you smoke?"
>"oh...fuck yeah amigo, holy shit..."
>"i was so fucked up, i met an actual talking dog, i think? wore a fucking jacket."
>she goes on about an entire trek through the dessert of mexico all the way up to california.
>"and thats when they wore off, never saw those guys again, kinda hope they made it over."
>"after that i roamed, murdered, stole, found my way to that warehouse."
"why that place"
>"just wanted to chill."
>through this whole story she used every bit of your room as a prop, but now she was slumped over your legs.
>now that she was quiet, you ventured to start petting her, it felt nice she was soft, her eyes were closed, you felt peaceful.
>you started to drift off, leaning back and closing your own.
>you hardly felt your hand stop.
>you felt her stir.
"hey...where you going?"
>she pet your cheek.
>"just go back to sleep, i need to step out for a minute."
>you couldnt complain, so you complied.
>you heard her step out.
>the door click.
>the other door click...
>...
>wait.
>wait fuck.
>you look at the clock. 10:35
>shit schools still in.
>you stumble out of bed.
>look out the front door.
>shes not gone far, it only takes a minute to catch up with her.
"hey, wait...huff... where, where are you going? ...huff... "
>she rolls her eyes. "to school remember?"
"yeah um...hey what about mad world? cant stop now right?"
>"later, i need to take care of this now."
>shes turned back towards her goal, no amount of pleading stops her.
>you look over your options.
>1. let her.
>2. attack, youll probably die but the cops wont get you.
>3?
>3 is...fuck it.
>you tackle her, wrestling with a small pinata is very difficult between swears and hook punches.
>"let go cabron! ¡Dije que te vayas mono!"
"no! i cant let you go and kill innocent children like this!"
>your noble pursuit is halted by an intense stare, and an even tenser knot in your stomach.
>"none are innocent."
>the pain is excruciating.
"please... stop..."
>you double over, it hurts to even submit like this.
"please...you're the first...friend ive had...in years..."
>the pain stops intensifying.
>it starts to numb.
>"No sigas, sólo quédate. Vuelvo enseguida."
>you dont understand, but you drag yourself back inside.
>an hour on the toilet later you shit out a handful of candy.
>guess thats what she did to you.
>two more go by, and shes back.
>bloody hooves, a satisfied smile, and noticeably plumper.
"dear god,please tell me you didnt eat them?"
>she rubs her belly and shrugs.
>"not traditionally. piece of candy?"
>she holds out a hoof, a small caramel resting in it.
>theres specks of blood on it.
"no thanks...im kinda sick of candy right now."
>you rub your own belly, looking to the bathroom with a shudder.
>"sorry, but you left me no choice anon, i needed to do it to them."
"i know...just please wash the blood of segador..."
>she uses the sink like a tub, washing every bit of herself, you cant help but focus on how happy she is while doing it.
>you feel like shit but shes as happy as a puppy.
>"soo, mind doing that thing with your hand again?"
>thing?
>what th- oh the petting.
"s-sure just, hop up."
>in your lap rests a pint sized slasher, happily rubbing her face into your hand.
>its frightening to say the least, but shes calm.
>you take care to rub all over, hoping to find she responds like a cat or a dog.
>ear scritches.
>back rubs.
>belly rubs.
>that gets a giggle.
>you move on to the limbs, the arms, legs, thighs...upper thighs...
>"amigo, careful..."
>she says dryly.
>"i can still hit you from here."
"sorry."
>you draw your hand back up to her belly but brush up against...something wet.
>your finger is a little shinier but she doesn't seem to notice.
>you want to investigate but dont want to look weird.
>so getting her to flip back over and looking away you bring it up to your nose.
>it smells sweet, but familiar.
>this isnt water, or blood, or urine...
>this is her...
>and it tastes good.
>you need to get more.

>you rub her back gently, more of a massage than petting.
>she groans and you take that as a reason to venture further.
>using one hand to keep her shoulders loose the other travels down.
>down.
>down..
>down...
>right over the thighs and right next to her...
>she was stirring again.
>"dont you dare..."
>you dare.
>your hands work much in the same way, circles and figure 8s.
>shes as wet as a raincoat.
>and it smells like a sweets shop.
>shes being worked over quite nicely,groaning and panting.
>shes soft and rather warm, but shes doesnt feel like flesh.
>its like tissue paper but very tough.
>pliable.
>tight...
>you only have a finger in but its pretty tight in here.
>you venture a taste, and its like a sweeter vanilla.
>you're a little lost in thought whe she pipes up.
>"enjoying my cunt chico..."
>your mind is rather blank.
"y-yeah."
>"then get your tongue in there~"
>you get right to work, burying your face in and driving it in deep.
>your mouth is assaulted with a deliciously sweet flavor.
>your head is swimming.
>your your tongue is numb.
>and your pinata is screaming into a pillow.
>you stop to catch your breath and you realise that shes creamed on you a few times if the literal puddle under her is any indication.
>shes shaking, the pillow is wet, the bed is wet, and your dick is screaming to be a part of this.
>she answers the voiceless question with a nod, spreading her legs further she gives you better access.
>you rip toff your pants with haste and see it stand at full mast.
>you line yourself up and thrust.
>no warning, no reverie.
>just flesh pounding into paper.
>or well...halfway into paper.
>you feel an end, a back wall as it were.
>her cervix, its resistant.
>you push and pull, punching right against it everytime.
>shes cursing and screaming, it just keeps you going longer.
>theres tears, sweat, and the room smells like sex in a bed bath & beyond.
>"harder! harder! faster papi!"
>thats the only one you recognise.
"thats a good girl, beg daddy for more."
>you growl in her ear, sending her off once more.
>that makes 3, shes nearing her limit.
>you grab her by her tiny waist and use her as a toy, you can feel another orgasm come quickly but she doesnt even speak.
>her eyes are hazy.
>her tongue is dangling.
>her limbs limp.
>this is the moment...
>you push, hard.
>you can get some of the tip in deep, shooting right into her womb.
>just like your chinese cartoons.
>the moment is tense but relaxing.
>you shudder, slipping her up and down to get the last shots out.
>you lay her down, head on a pillow and let her rest.
>you still have enough energy to drag yourself to the shower.
>you're waiting for the water to warm up when you hear her walk in.
>"um...so that was...."
>shes embarrassed, cute.
"fucking great right?"
>she blushes "y...yeah."
"think we could do it again later?"
>she looks away "maybe..."
>"but im in charge next time!"
"sure, wanna get cleaned up?"
>she pokes herself and when a clear strand sticks to her hoof she nods.
>urban exploration is fun, and rewarding.