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My eye´s sprung open as I drew breath from what felt like a return from the dead. It was mornin now. The sun had gone up and was shinin over me through all the windows. I was hyperventilatin. I felt like a pile of pancakes lyin on the glasstable dipped in maple syrap. Maple syrap in this case bein the glaze of cold sweat all over my body.

My muzzle was bathin in liquid snot runnin from my nostrils. My eye´s where like two niagra falls, they where so darn watery. Everywhere I felt there was leaden knots of pain and nautia weighin me down. And my cootch... I didn´t wanna think about it, it hurt so goddarn much and in so many goddarn ways! I was still cuffed.

I gave myself time to learn how to breath again before I decided to break myself loose of this darn things. First thing I did was to force myself to fall backwards on the mat. Then, I did a succesfully agile effort of liftin my knees over my head. Just enough so that I could slip the cuff chain under my foot hoofs and past my legs.

Now with my cuffed handy-hoofs in front of me I gathered all of the horsepower I could muster to pull the chain apart. It took all the energy out of me to do it. I wasn´t sure if I ever was goin to have the force to stand up again. Then, without knowin what I was doin. I threw myself forward on all four. I pushed my left knee up from the floor as if to start from a first position.

This routine act, I figured, gathered all the energy I needed to do what I needed. I then heaved my body up into a second position on all four. And in a flash. I ran. I ran out of the livin room and through the hallway. This was my runnin track. I was racin up the stairs and through the second floor towards the bathroom. And the crowd cheered in the back of my head as I reached the finnish line at the threshold of the bathroom.

I was a racin horse. The best. And I won. I looked into my big blue eye´s in the bathroom mirror as I leaned over the sink. My eye´s was all bloodshot and watery. My handy hoofs was shakin. My whole body started to shiver. And that´s when I threw up into the sink. I looked down to see what just had come out of me and I saw to my great suprise a small set of keys lyin in the sink.

"Jesus Christ...!" I said out loud. It was the keys to the handcuffs. I put them inside the keyholes on the cuffbracelets. And with a brief twist they fell of my wrists and fell into the pool of puke running down the sink.

I brought the keys with me into the shower. I must have been in there for nearly an hour. I just stood there silent with the warm water comin down at me, chasin away the stinks and shivers. It was like standing in a timeparadox where the whole universe had crashed and put itself back together at the same time. After goin 88 miles per hour.

I found myself staring down at them keys in the palm of my handy-hoof. Lookin for a point to fix everything on....

...And then I wept...................................................................................................................................

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I´m freebasin now... after shower....

It... calms me... while I sit out my "withdrawel diarrhea" on the toiletstool accompanied by the agony in my... bloodied and bruised muff... Found some cocain in my rougebox... some pot in a jar.

And goddamn I´ll smoke it! Usin this empty perfume bottle. Some matches.

"Fuckin primo!" I said out loud while breathing out the smoke. Darn! Now I cussed again. And I started to cough right afterwards because of it.

"Forgive me lord!" I said doing a cross sign.

And forgive me again for cummin during the rape. It was not my intention at all. And yet it happened...

When I finnished smokin I felt put together enough to comb and dry my mane. It smelt like burnt barbie doll now, but it was mixed with perfume so who gives a damn. I took a valium and walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Put the keys on the kitchen table and searched the pantrys for somethin to eat.

Preferably some breakfast cereal. It just hit me how much I loved breakfast cereals. I found a whole pantry filled with cereal boxes. I had Golden Crisp, Cap´N Crunch, Coco puffs... and a box of cereals that had my face on it. "Bronco Flakes" was the brand. I was a celebrity sportstar. With my face on a cereal box. I sat down with all four boxes.

Mix em all into a big bowl and poured some milk. It first felt wrong to just eat and relax and try to put the ongoin and oncomin paranoia to sleep the mornin after being raped by cops. But then I told myself again that this was Amo. And somehow that alone made the whole thing feel like... not "that" big of a deal.

As if somewhere in the far back of my head I just knew it to be common place around here. Good God! What have I been doin in this town. And more then that. What have the town been doin to me.

There was a radioset on the table. I tuned in to some music while takin a Grater from out of the dressers. Sittin down and takin of my horsethimbles.

Horsethimbles bein like horseshoes except worn on the handy-hoofs and not on the foot-hoofs. And then I started sharpening the eges of the walls on my handy-hoofs. The Radio host spoke to me.

"Feeling like your getting the fever today...?" Radio host said.

"Uhu!" I said out loud in response.

"Feeling like the city´s taking you for a ride?" The radio host continued.

"Darn right!" I responded.

"Well do we on WILD FM got just the noise to crank it up, just for you baby!" He finally said.

Then they played "Out of Touch" by Daryl Hall & John Oates. As much as I enjoyd listenin to this song when it went on, I felt that somethin was wrong about all this. I was about to take my last spoon of the cereals and then I stopped for a moment to smell it first. And that´s when it hit me.

... Oh my God... There was Benzo hidden in the Cap´N Crunch. Like... a hoof-full of it....

... Diguised as sugary, colorful crunch berries... And I just ate it all up.... Goshdarn it...!

... I looked at the edge of my handy-hoofs walls that I´ve been subconciosly sharpening this whole time and they looked really sharp...

...Sharp enough to slice someones throat off.......................................................................................... ...Sharp enough to fit within a trigger guard..........................................................................................

... Suddeny I had this urgent need to find myself a gun...

I started lookin for it around the house. There must be a gun a somewhere. Everybody owned a gun in Amo. Those two cop-mutz must have takin all the guns too! The bastards! I´ll show em! I went into my wardrobe and put on my hottest workout threads. A sleeveless, high-cut, pink neon lycra leotard. Zebra patterned spandex leggins matchin the white hair around my foot-hoofs. And a blue headband.

I put the keys inside my cleavage and put on my softest, sneakiest rubber horseshoes. It was time for a jogg. I brought with me my walkman and put on my favourite mixtape. I ran like the wind over the sidewalk with the road on my right, the beach and ocean on my left towards the inner-city of Amo.

Listening to "Owner of a lonely heart" by YES. Took me about 10 minutes to get there. I stopped to take a soda break by a soda vendin machine. Conveniently standin side by side with a gun vendin machine.

I studied it´s range of guntypes while zippin on a pepsi. Colt 45, Beretta 9mm, AK-47, Uzi. I saw this fine lookin Smith & Wesson 9mm and was like "Yup. That´s the one". I looked at the price tag. 642$. In my youth that kind of price would have made me scream out loud. But it didn´t seem to bother me now.

As if I had been disenseticed from the thought of bein broke for so long that it didn´t even face me now despite the fact.

That´s when I heard the noise of a camera shootin behind me. I turned around and saw this long, whippy, furless tail holding a camera disappearin behind the corner. "Paparazzi" was my immidiate thought. My immidate action was to run around the buildin and ambush that tail when his tryin to get away.

Within a few seconds I stood there right behind the guy who stood hidden by the corner lookin at the photo he just took with his camera. He thought I hadn´t spotted him takin it. I´m standin right behind him as he says to himself:

"Finally something! Corcel Hall of Famer Ony Eckesprez buying a gun! It is something! I hope."

And then he turned around to walk off, bumped his face into my hooters, fell on his bum and dropped his camera. I caught his camera falling through the air with one handy-hoof. I looked at the camera and then I looked down at him. He was this cute-lookin young opossum guy in a pink jacket and T-shirt.

"Caught you now, didn´t I. Witch magazine.? VOUGE? GLAMOUR?" I´d said to him probably lookin psycotic during the whole conversation.

He says:

"DASH magazine! Look! Miss Eckesprez! I haven´t gotten a worthy shot for a week! Witch in Amo is amazing. And there you was buying a gun. I gotta make my living you know!"

I say:

"Look! I´m on some heavy Primo towing Klonopin right now. I need a gun! But I ain´t got the greens on! You got a credit card?"

He says:

"Yeah.

I help him up on his feet and bring him over to the gun vendin machine and points at the S&W. I tell him:

"Here´s the bargain. You buy me this gun and I´ll give your camera back."

He says:

"Over 600$! No way!"

I tell him:

"I´ll trash the camera if you don´t!"

He says:

"Do it! I´m probably gonna get fired anyway! And then I´ll really need those 600$."

I look at him. I think. And then I give him the camera back. And I tell him:

"Okey! How ´bout this? Let say you caught me on camera buyin a gun... with my boobums hangin out!"

I pull down my leotard and let my gazungas fall out in the open. He looks at them. Hypnotized by what he sees.

He says:

"T-that would help me keep my job.. but... it won´t give me a raise..."

I look at him again. Really checkin him out this time. He looked fit. Cute too. And I tell him.

"Okey, sugar! How ´bout this? What if you caught me on camera not only buyin a gun! Not only buyin a gun with the mammaries out in the open! But me buyin a gun right after I was..."

Don´t say no titty-fuckin Ony.

... recievin a pearl necklace on the spot from an unidentifed private. You catch my drift?"

He nods rapidly definitly gettin the slangterm.

"Yeah...! Yeah! That would be a raise! Definitely a raise!"

And I get down on my knees, pour some pepsi on them Ta-ta´s of mine and squeez them together for him in profile. I tell him.

"Well then come over her and put that raise where the milk is served."

He takes his pants off and display´s to me his stiffy. It wasn´t a big one, but who cares. He was cute and figured the rest of him to be as well.

He grabs the camera with his long tail and holds it out in the air pointed at us two as he sticks his cute, pink anteater snout between the blimps and starts thrustin. His tail has the camera shootin while he glides his 6,7 incher in my pepsi soaked cleavage fur. Me lookin up at him and smilin. His girth was smooth.Gliding perfectly between them.

"Ooh! Their so big..." He says.

"100 grand by the piece. Your feelin the riches, baby?" I say to him smilin wide.

"Oh yeaah... He says.

The camera starts shootin more frequently as he puts his hands on the side of my jugs and squeezes them as hard as he like it. Lettin me rest my arms on my hips while he´s starts to slam his groin on them silicones as he thrusts as deep as he can. My hardened, brownish nippleglands stabbin into his hips as he speeds up. I like it. Just one word and he trigger me for sure.

"Yeah baby! Who´s your mama? Who´s your mama, baby!?" I say while he moans.

"You..." He moans. It triggered me. Gosh! I had to taste it now. Had to taste it so bad.

"Your ´bout to cum?" I asked him.

"Uhu..." He moans. I lay my hoofs on his hips and says.

"Okay, honey. Slow down. Mama wanna have some too."

I grab his pecker and I start to suck on it and suck on it hard. Mmmm. Tasted like sweat, youth and pepsi, I go all the way down. Usin the whole muzzle coatin it.

"Oh jesus christ..." He goes moanin out loud while the camera takes five shots in a second. I take my mouth of it, points it at my bossom and start jerkin it of. Quick but gently, avoidin squeezin it with my hard hoof.

"Mmm! Yeah! Cum! Cum on mommy!" I say. He moans loudly and the camera shoots like crazy as his dick starts squirtin all over the silicones. Formin one grand pearl necklace on them. I put his little Joe in my mouth again. Suckin the sauce clean of it. It tasted good. He puts his pants back on and checks out the photos on his camera.

"Them pictures juicy enough for you?" I asked while massagin up my boobs and lubricatin the fur on them with the opossum cum.

As he finnish lookin at the photos he immidatly picks up his credit card. Sticks it into the gun machine. And that S&W I asked for pops out along with a bag of ammo. Holdin his end of the bargain I had almost forgotten about, I got so into the whole "In-between-action". He turns to me all humble like a samurai and says.

"Thank you. Thank you so much Miss Eckesprez."

I twitch my head and say.

"Your welcome."

He says.

"I won´t forget this. Here...."

He searches his wallet and hands out a bussinesscard to me.

"Here´s my card." He says.

"It has my number on it. If you need anything. Anything at all. Call me. I can get you things. Hook up with people. You just name it. Okay."

I look at the card. DASH magazine. His name is Joey Numbers.

"Your a good kid Joey. We had fun" I say smilin. I stand up and pull my leotard over.

"I´ll keep this. Give you a call sometime." I say putting the card inside my cleavage lookin down at him smilin.

"Please do. Thank you miss Eckesprez. How a good one" He bows and walks away with his camera and photos.

"You too." I shout after him as he walks off and disappears around the corner. This was fun. Nothin like a little consensual "foolin" to get the forced ones out of your head.

And now...

Now I was gonna get back at them sons-of-bitches who "did me" wrong. I take the S&W, load it up, squeez it inside my cleavage and then take a long, fast jogg over to every coffee and donut joint I knew in town. And it didn´t take me long to find the one coffee shop where they were at. I keep distance. Peekin behind a phone booth while overhearin them rippin off some poor colombian of his cocain money. The colombian whines. The cops growls at him.

"Why do you take so much!"

"Look here, greazeball! Protection is hard bussiness! We´re up against some armour piercing ninjas coming into town! So you better keep up with the market powers like everybody else! Pay up or get ready to check out! Comprende, compadre!?"

"My boss is gonna kill me and you too, pendejos!!"

"Fuck your boss and fuck you! Cops are doing the killing in this town!

"Hijos de perra!!"

And then I see them walk slowly off towads an alleyway. I see three little duckgirls wavin and jumpin rope on the street. Dressed in dresses and headbows in pink, purple and orange. And I go.

Pssst!! Hey..."

I draw the little duckgirls attention and they walk up to me.

"Ony Eckesprez...! One of them shout. I hush.

"Schh! Yeah it´s me. Keep it quiet. I´m doin a very secret kind of exercise. Can you girls give me your jumpin rope. I need one for the exercise." I whisper.

"Can we have your autograph?" One of them asks keepin her voice down.

"Sure. You girls gotta pen." I ask.

One of the little ducklins pull of an overgrown featherpen out of her tail with a quiet moan and hands it over to me. I pull of the thimble of my left handy-hoof with my teeth, exposin the sharpened edge of the hoof-wall. I stick the featherpen into one of my pointy ears. Dippin it in earwax that I then use as ink to write on the horsethimble.

"Okay. From Ony Eckensprez, that´s me, to...?"

"Lindy..."

"... Mindy...

"... and Cindy."

The ducklings say in a shared sentence. I write it down on the thimble and hand em over both it and the pen and say.

"There you go, girls. Now how ´bout that rope?"

"Here." One of them says and hands the jumpinrope to me. I tell em.

"Thank you. Now take care. Say your praires. Remember to take your pills... er... I mean vitamines... every day. And stay out of trouble.

"Thank you miss Eckesprez!" They say in unison and then runs of. I wave em goodbye, wrap the jumpinrope over my shoulder and then I sneak after the cops into the alleyway. Not makin a clop. I see them very slowly walk towards there policecar on the other side of the alley. Their busy countin their rip off money. They have no idea I´m right behind them.

There was no fear now. No repsect for the law. Only Xanax. And payback. I fish out the loaded S&W out of my cleavage and cock it. I place the sharpened edge of my left hoof steadily on the trigger and take aim. And i shout:

"Oooh boooys!!"

They spin around seein me now. And then I shout.

"Fetch!!"

And then I fire at them as they are totally taken by suprise. The bullets goes through their legs and knees. They fall to the ground droppin their money all over themselves. Blood gushin out of their wounds as they lie around screamin in pain and clinchin their fangs together in agony. I walk over, grab one of them by the uniform and wave my gun in their shocked doggish faces.

"Hey Loui! Ever got cracked open by a Floridan cracker on crack! Time for a crackdown, baby!!"

"Where do I come up with this stuff" I thought to myself! Must be Valium. And Payback.

The cop pleads.

"Please! Miss Eckesprez! Don´t kill us! You want the money! Take it! It´s yours, miss Eckesprez!"

I shout in his face.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!! I WANT WHAT YOU STOLE FROM MY HOUSE BACK!!"

The cop poke through his pockets. Pulls out a set of keys and dangles em in front of me.

"Here! It´s the keyes to your car! It´s parked outside a garage behind "Minco´s juicebar". Your stuff is inside the garage. One of the keys will open it."

I stare at the keys for a moment. Puffin hot steam out of my nostrils, I was so mad at them two. I let him go and grab the keys off of him. I store em inside my cleavage and pulls out the handcuff keys and dangle them in front of their faces.

"Now that I got my keys back, how ´bout I give you back yours."

The tall Doberman reach out for them keys. I pull em back and say.

"Ah-ah-ah! Open your mouth!"

"Oh! for fucks sake!!" The dog whines.

I point the gun in his face and pull back the hammer. And I hiss at him.

"Open... your fuckin... mouth..!"

I cussed. But to hell with it. I was mad out of my klonopin! And payback!

The dog opens up his snout and sticks his long tounge out. I take out one of the keys out of the keyring and places it gently on the tip of his tounge.

"Good! Now swallow!". I order him. He takes the key in. Gargles it for a moment and then takes it down with a moanin sound.

"Good boy!" I say to him while I pull out the second key and point the gun in the other dog´s face.

"Your turn! Bottoms up!" He opens his mouth to, sticks his tounge out and swallows the key immediately after I put it on his tounge.

"There you go! Your such good little doggys! But where not done yet!" I tell em holdin out the jumpinrope.

"Oh come on!! What are you gonna do to us with a jumpin rope!?" The other dog whines.

"Not killin you! Or rapin you for that matter! But I am gonna do somethin almost as terrible!"

Minutes later I´m runnin as fast as I can down the street. Draggin the two dogcops behind me. With both ends of the jumpinrope roughly tied around their naughty parts. The scream out of their lungs in agony gettin hauled along the asphalt with their peckers and nuts turnin sickly purple. I haul them along every street and every road all over downtown before finally stoppin outside the police station.

A walrus cop steps out lookin all disinterested at the whole spectacle. I tell him.

"Officer. I wanna report these two officers for assaultin my person at my home and stealin my possessions. And I also want to personally testify in court against these two fugitive policemen for racketeerin. Here´s the money they took from Raoul´s Coffeshop as evidence. "

I pull out a bundle of the cocain money from my cleavage and hand it over to him.

He looks at them, licks them and say.

"Okay! We´ll take care of em."

In Amo. More cops are arrested over things like this, then the gangsters on the streets are.

And that was that. Next stop was the garage in the back of "Minco´s Juicebar". I find this grand, goregous, green Marcello Gandini outside the garage that I immediately recognizes as mine. I open the garage with the garage key. It is smack full with stolen goods. I find all of my own stuff crammed inside this cardboard box in the corner.

My Triple Crown Trophy. This triangular little monument of silver and gold. My greatest accomplishment as a sports star I take it and I kiss it. A mirror made of purest silver. I check myself out in it and strait my mane out. A silverbox with a key. I turn they key, open the box and I find this shining heartshaped golden locket inside.

I open the locket and it has a little picture in it. It depicts me embracin a man, a human, in my arms. A little boy horse foal standing between us....

Me... my ex-husband Jake... and my son Jamie... and we all looked so... happy...

... a happy... family...

Tears starts to run from my eye´s...

Then suddenly I hear a cellphone ring from inside the box. I pick it up and answer.

"Hello..." I hear a voice speakin in this latino accent sayin

"Ony! Ony is that you! Where have you been! I´ve been calling you all day!"

"Who is this?" I ask.

"What are you on...! It´s Miguel! Miguel Valgo! I´m your trainer remember! We´re waiting for you here at the "Hotspur Club"! Get over here!! Now!! Andalé!!"

TO BE CONTINUED