[Gadiva22]

"I-instincts what I-instincts im a stallion not m-mare!" He said flank quivering. His hair was tangled and dirty. His whole body coated in sweat. As the hours staged on tears and moans where his only confort. His evident discomfort was wearing in exhaustion. His flank heaved with every contraction. His pale eyes were glassy. He was losing focus.