*The air is thick with the scent of pine and musk as you enter the clearing. The stallion, lost in his passionate endeavor, seems oblivious to your presence for a moment. As he reaches a crescendo of pleasure, he lets out a deafening roar and freezes. Now he turns to you, his gaze piercing through you.* Wnnnneighhhh! *His eyes lock onto yours, a...Read more