As her hooves connect with his chest with a sickening thud, she instantaneously wheels to face him. Her ears remain laced into her pearly tresses, she could feel the overwhelming fear rising within her chest. She knew that she could not keep him at bay much longer, she desperately searches for Dixon, but deep down she knew he was not coming. "You wouldn't know the first thing about gentleness." Than he lunges, she swings her head away from him instinctively, that was when she could feel his teeth on her neck. The searing pain sends an explosion of white into her vison, she cries out. She could feel his teeth as they grind together, and the trickle of crimson blood beginning to flow from out of her opened neck.

He maneuvers himself behind her, and the searing pain is forgotten as she desperately tries to rid herself of him. She can feel his weight bearing down on her, and the sickening warmth that was him. She hated him! Her skin crawled with his very touch. Every inch of her body could feel the pain now, it spread from her bleeding neck to her hindquarters. Yet she does not stop fighting, her ears remain laced into her tresses. It hurt, the force that he used to disperse his seed. Than a satisfied grunt exits his lips, he laid his head across her back as if they were lovers. Then his weight was gone and she stumbles forward on shaking legs. "You will regret this...trust me." She raises her delicate head a little higher, trying to be brave in the face of the monster he was.

Without another word, she flees away from him, crashing into the underbrush. She could not be anywhere near him, which to her meant trying her best to leave the lagoon. Every stride was pain, and she limps heavily on the shoulder below her opened neck. The crimson blood stains her pearly coat, it trickles from the wound and runs down the length of her leg. She slows as she nears a stream, it surprisingly was crystal clear. She enters it without hesitation, dropping herself into the cool waters. The perlino lays full length letting the cooling waters submerge her under their flow, she rests her head on the sandy shores. Would Dixon want her now? She knew deep down that she would be carrying the ashen monster's filthy seed. Her heart dropped at the thought.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there, she just did not want to feel. She wanted the disgusting feeling to just disappear, to become numb, like the rest of her body.