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(Part 1)
*The moment before the eruption, the flexing equine glory above smacking your face with each throb. Everything but the feverish thumping of veins straining against greasy skin, and the churning gurgles of bloated foal-makers can be heard from below. Closing your eyes and basking in the slick warmth as the thick smog of a breeders scent soaks into every pore and crevice of your lungs and soul.*
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