12-15-2008, 09:49 AM
The poker kept hitting her and the pain was insane. Finally, some laughter could be heard and the poker stopped, as did the wheel, letting Mai rest, though she could not sit or lay down since she was tied to the wheel. Mike loved watching her, all tired and sweaty and hurt. He laughed again and asked "How do you feel? One clop for good put me back on four a few more hours, two clops for very good, keep going I dont want to stop, three clops for having the poker put back and running on the wheel, four clops for yes, I want Kitty to be here to and experience it and five clops for your tired." Mike smiled, chances were she did not have the strength for five more clops of her hooves, but anything less would be disastrous for her. "Oh and no clops counts as four." He added, meaning she would have to at least try.
