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Set in the same world as Doing Her Job and the A Bull And Her Heifer series. Can be read independently, but Doing Her Job will give you a bit of background on the setting.

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Erin was working up a good sweat, or more precisely lather, in the outdoor gym, warming up before she hit the track. She was a race horse, and nobody looking at the young mare's sleek muscled body could mistake her for anything else. Although, the fact that she was working out in her tight shorts and sports bra right next to a race track was another clue. Actually, if anyone asked she would correct them and say she was a champion race horse, and a purebred Arabian to boot. The mare's powerful body was covered in shiny bronze fur, although as she often pointed out, she preferred to wear gold.

That's one of the reason's she was out here every day, honing her body and keeping it in peak physical condition. Erin lived for racing – the tense wait for the starter's signal, feeling her hooves pound against the track, the driving urge to push forward and make the other mare's choke on her dust, the thrill of breaking the ribbon on the finish line and the satisfaction of towering over the other's from the center spot on the podium while the crowd cheered and applauded. Which is why she groaned upon seeing Brandon, her owner, approaching her with a folder in his hand.

She lived with the man during winter, and had a very nice room with her own shower/bathroom and even a small gym, but she loved the racing season when she stayed at the track-side housing, that had top-of-the-line facilities, practice tracks and a great spa center. She was grateful for Brandon, since he treated her great and did a good job of managing her rising career, but the middle-aged human had a curious notion of what was important. For him, it seemed to always be some paper or other. She stopped her stretches as the man approached and toweled off her face.

“Those can't be entry forms Brandon, I filled out the ones for my upcoming race a week ago!"

“This is something different Erin, less writing but more reading. I know you don't like to be interrupted during training…" and understatement, since Brandon knew she hated mid-workout interruptions “…but I need you to carefully read these and sign them if you agree."

“Can't you just do it for me? I remember you doing that all the time for me before!" the mare whined.

“That was different. You're legally an adult now, so that means dealing with paperwork every now and again."

Erin groaned in annoyance and grabbed the sheaf of papers her owner was holding out. She knew he was right, now that she was fourteen she was and adult by equine hybrid standards. She knew for humans the age was eighteen. God, they even grow up slowly! She had a limited amount of respect for humans, since she'd never seen one who could keep up with a horse on a track. The mare figured that the only reason they appeared to be running things is that the job was boring and nobody else wanted to do it.

Still, Brandon was OK, and she knew these things were important for him, so she gave the papers a look. Fuck, look at all this text! I don't read this much in a month! she thought and decided to skim it. And God forbid they wrote plainly, it was always these long obscure terms. For instance, what the hay did 'suppressant' mean? Trying to look like she was reading and avoiding rolling her eyes, somewhere on page three the mare spotted words like 'consent' and 'clinic' showing up.

So that's what it was! Even more boring liability papers, telling her, as if she didn't know, that racing could result in injuries and asking if she was OK with that. Yeah, like she'd ever do something else. Risk or no, it beats sitting in an office and typing stuff like this. After that point the mare didn't even bother skimming, just going through the motions until she reached the dotted line.

“Do you need to go over anything with me?" Brandon asked as the mare held her hand out for a pen.

“No, seems pretty straight forward." The mare lied, scrawling her name on the dotted line and handing the mess back to Brandon. She could already feel her heart-rate dropping and had no intention of wasting any more time on this.

“OK then, I'll let you get back to work." He said, although the mare had gotten back to her workout before he even finished the sentence.

*******

It was a few weeks after that that Erin started feeling a bit under the weather. She felt hot, but wasn't actually running a fever, she seemed fidgety and had some excess energy that running couldn't seem to burn out, and she was always wet between her legs, even when she wasn't working up a sweat. Her small breasts seemed more sensitive, although she always made sure to tape up her nipples to stop them from chafing. The same with her nethers, which seemed to twitch every time she touched them, although nothing actually hurt, or seemed inflamed.

She figured it would straightened itself out, but it seemed to get worse, and she found her nerves were getting frazzled. Finally she gave up and called Brandon, who told her he'd pick her up and take her to the doctor in a few hours. She felt a little better, figuring it was just some bug and she'd get some pills or a few shots and she'll be right as rain. She had a few big events coming up and hated the thought of having to sit even one out.

Once they were there a nurse gave her some forms to fill out, although they were mercifully short, just basic info. The young woman told Brandon that he could pick Erin up in an hour or two, and the mare wondered what would take so long? The nurse, a pretty young blonde in a white lab-coat and a ponytail, lead her to the exam room. Erin noted the doctor was already there, a middle-aged woman with an air of no-nonsense authority.

“Hello, Erin is it?" she asked, the mare just nodding as she took in the sight of the room, or more to the point the examination table. It seemed more like a reclining chair of sorts, with strange metal contraptions at the end. “Please disrobe and have a seat, I'll be right with you." The doctor said, her voice kind but nevertheless commanding.

She got comfortable in the chair and noticed the nurse was fiddling with the controls until the back was lowered and the whole thing raised up a bit. What surprised the mare was when the young woman placed each of her legs on those contraptions, securing them with straps and adjusting the whole thing until her legs were stretched wide and she could feel a slight breeze against her moist privates. She wondered why they were so interested in what's down there, since she hadn't had that sort of exam since she'd started puberty and her doc at the time wanted to make sure everything was coming along like it should.

“Now just relax while I take your temperature…" the nurse said right before she stuck a slim probe between the mare's folds.

“What's the reading?" the doctor asked, stepping out from behind her desk.

“Slightly elevated, increased secretions and twitches."

“Definitely estrus. Well young lady at least we didn't drag you all the way out here for nothing." The doctor said as she now bent over to examine her between the legs. Erin was confused and was starting to feel very self-conscious. Worse than that, the pokes and prods here lips were subjected to felt kinda… funny.

“D-do you know what's wrong, doc?" she asked, nervously.

“Nothing's wrong girl, you're ovulating."

Oh great, more big fancy words!

“But, will I be able to race in two weeks' time?" she asked hopefully.

“Race? Young lady, do you know why you're here?"

“Well, I started feeling a bit under the weather a few days ago… I figured I picked something up and you'd give me a few shots…" she talked while the doc went back to her desk and picked up some papers.

“Erin, is this your signature?" the doctor said, showing her a familiar scrawl. Erin didn't like where this was going.

“Y-yes."

“And did you read this carefully before signing?" the doctor said, already seeming to know the answer.

“Well, I didn't read the whole thing… I just figured it was the usual injury/liability stuff…" she said and knew from the doctor's disappointed expression that it wasn't the right answer.

“What do we do now?" the nurse asked “This clearly isn't informed consent."

“We go through with it." The doc said, noting the surprise on the young woman's face “It's legal consent, the mare was obliged to read before signing or to simply decline. However, this is not uncommon among racers. The girls are given estrus suppressants as a part of their diet from puberty, and when they reach maturity they are offered to opt-out. A lot of them ignore the urging to read through it carefully and we find ourselves in this mess. We have to go through with it for her own good – her condition will only get worse if we don't. What's worse, masturbatory aids don't seem to work for equine females. I've had several mare's come in who injured themselves trying to relieve their heat."

“I understand." The nurse nodded and disappeared from Erin's view. The patient's safety always came first.

“Well ,Erin…" the doctor began, moving so that she stood above the mare's head, looking her in the eyes “… the reason you're feeling under the weather is because you are in estrus. What that means is your body is ready to be mated and to conceive a foal."

“Mated!?" the mare gasped, shocked by the idea.

“Yes. You've been receiving suppressants, medicine meant to keep you from ovulating, since you hit puberty, so that you wouldn't be troubled by these urges until you were physically and mentally ready to become a mother."

“Well, can't you just give me those suppressants now? I had no idea what I was agreeing to, I have a career…"

“Now calm down, you're racing days won't be over just because you had one foal. And motherhood's a wonderful experience, something you don't want to miss out on. Either way it's too late for the suppressants. You were brought in for an artificial insemination. What that means is that we'll use donated semen and introduce it through an equine penis analogue…"

“A what?" Erin asked, her breathing rapid. Was she the only one here who spoke English?

“A sort of silicone stallion, that is, the business end of one. We've secured a sample from a very prestigious stud, a decorated pure-bred Arabian with a sterling pedigree, so you're sure to have an exceptional foal."

Well duh! It's gonna have my genes in it!

“Now when we are done you will be looking at a ten-month pregnancy…" the doctor said, taking hold of the mare's hand after her eyes shot wide at the mention of ten months "…but you can get back into training a week or two after you give birth, and after a few months you can get back to racing, although you will need to keep a light schedule while you're nursing. After that, if you never want to have another foal, that's fine – although I have to say that I've met quite a few mares in your situation who balked at the idea of having foals but after their first one, most find a way to balance motherhood and a racing career." She finished with a smile, hoping it will put the skittish mare at ease.

The nurse had come back with a trolley and had put on a pair of rubber gloves, a clear signal to Erin that the show was about to begin.

“So how's the patient?" the girl asked, genuine concern creeping into her voice.

“I think she's going to be fine. After all, she's a champion pure-breed in her prime. It would be a shame not to pass on such superior traits…"

Damn right! Erin thought, although she suspected the doctor was buttering her up, feeding her considerable ego. If only it wasn't so effective…

“Do you think you're ready to handle this one?"

“Yeah, I observed you often enough, I got it." The nurse said and Erin suppressed a huff. All that superior champion talk, and I get a rookie!

“All right, prepare the 'stud' while I start on her." The doctor said, putting on rubber gloves and moving to stand at Erin's side.

“Well, she certainly seems receptive…" the doctor said as her fingers rubbed Erin's teardrop-shaped pussy, making it twitch under her touch “… and she's signaling. Always a good sign."

Meanwhile the nurse was busy with the biggest syringe the mare had ever seen, and the sight of it made her cringe. She wasn't a wuss, she could take the occasional shot, but what sort of needle would you put on that monster? She was relieved when the nurse instead fitted a slim transparent tube. When she saw where the other end of the tube was going, she realized what the real monster in the room was.

“Which one is that?" the doc asked.

“Uhm, the #4." The nurse replied, and Erin didn't like the uncertainty in that voice.

“We usually don't use that on anything smaller than a Friesian." The doc said and Erin's eyes shot open wide. Friesians? They're practically draft horses! Now even though she was woefully ignorant about her reproductive system, back when she was forced to take classes she learned the difference between a colt and a filly and knew how the whole thing went, or more precisely where that whole thing went.

“Oh, I'm sorry doctor. Do you want me to get another one?"

“No, prepping and sterilizing another stud would take too long, and we're on a tight schedule today. She'll be fine as long as we take it slow and use plenty of lubricant." The doctor said, although the mare in the chair didn't exactly share her enthusiasm.

The nurse brought the whole thing closer, about sixteen inches of some firm rubbery material attached by one tube to a huge syringe full of white stuff with another tube dangling from it. Although the size was scary, Erin found herself suddenly drawn to the thing. The flesh-toned spire was amazingly lifelike, with all sorts of ridges and veins running along it, and she realized they must have gotten a pretty well-endowed stallion to make a mold of his shaft.

The young mare couldn't understand her sudden fascination with the thing. She'd seen them before, of course. A few pictures, and once when she and some of the girls from the track burst in the boy's locker-room. They ended up laughing hysterically at the embarrassed colts, teasing them about how hard it must be to run with those useless things dangling between their legs. Well, now she was going to see one in use…

“Now just relax while Karen here gets you ready." The doc said as the nurse came over and slid a finger inside the mare.

“You'll want to start with three fingers. During estrus, a hybrid mare's vagina already expands somewhat, so it will take quite a bit too actually stretch it."

The moment the doctor gave her advice Erin felt another two gloved digits slip inside her wet sex, noticing that this time she actually did feel slightly stretched. Well, stretched wasn't quite the right word. The race horse was used to various stretching exercises, and they certainly never felt like this! She found herself biting her lower lip to stop what she suspected would be very embarrassing noises. She thought she was doing a good job, right up until the moment those fingers slid further in and her pussy twitched again, rubbing something against the nurse's palm that sent a jolt through the prone equine and tore a girly-sounding gasp from her throat.

“Her hymen doesn't seem to be intact…" the nurse said, her finger's probing around and making the mare squirm, literally in the palm of her hand.

“That's pretty common among racers. It usually breaks at some point during training." The doc explained. “How is she coming along?"

“She seems to be responding. Her winking is more frequent and secretions have increased."

“Good, you can step it up then. Make a cone with your hand and gently slide it in. Once she's taken the widest point hold for about a minute before we move on…"

Erin wasn't sure what they were talking about, her mind having become a bit foggy. She also realized her heart rate was up and she was breathing heavily. I can run a mile and barely break a sweat, now I'm getting worked up by sitting in a recliner? And what's all this about winking? She can't even see my face from down there! While her thoughts were wandering she didn't even feel the nurse's fingers slip out, but she definitely felt them slide back in, with reinforcements. She balled her fists and grit her teeth, a strange sensation washing over her as her pussy was stretched slowly but steadily as the nurse worked her entire hand inside it. Once her knuckles were just past Erin's lips she stopped and the mare found herself panting and frustrated by the halt. She wasn't sure why, but she seemed to want something deeper, and all this waiting was getting her frazzled.

“Good, now just hold it there while she adjusts."

“She looks a bit underdeveloped. Didn't they rush her first AI a bit?" the nurse asked, her hand almost completely inside the mare in question.

“Looks can be deceiving. Arabians are generally quite lean, and race horses have very little body fat on them. But if you take a good look at the bone structure you'll note the hips are fully developed, and her breasts will start getting bigger once she conceives."

Damn right I've got no body fat! Erin thought, agreeing with the professional assessment of her physique. Wait, what's going to start getting bigger!? Just as that alarming thought started rattling inside her head she felt the nurse pull her hand out, and she could swear her pussy was trying to clamp down and keep her inside.

“How does it look?"

“I think she's ready. The lips are slightly parted and she's flashing very rapidly."

“Good, then get the stud ready. Be sure to use plenty of lubricant on both the shaft and the mare."

The nurse pumped out some clear goo on one gloved hand and brought it back between the mare's legs. Erin almost bucked in her seat, held in place by the straps on the stirrups. The lubricant was room temperature, but to her flushed pussy it seemed almost ice cold as it was rubbed first on and then pushed past her lips. Once the mare was a squelching mess down there the nurse was apparently satisfied and withdrew her hand again, squeezing another dollop and smearing the stuff all over the silicone stallion. Once the impressive length was slick and shiny the nurse used both her hands to guide it between Erin's spread legs.

“Here, I'll give you a hand. It will take some work to fit a #4 in an Arabian…" the doctor said as she leaned closer before the mare felt a thumb and a finger on her lips, opening them as wide as they could.

She tried to crane her neck, but the doc was blocking her view. Still, once she felt something bump against her spread folds she knew what was happening without seeing it. She also noted the fake cock felt a little warm and was glad that they went through the trouble of heating it up a bit.

“Now just try to wedge the flare in, after you've achieved penetration it will go much easier." The doc advised and a split second later Erin felt the massive head pry it's way inside her, stretching her even further that the nurse's hand did. Still, the shaft was soft on the outside but firm in the middle and as Erin's pussy clamped down on it she decided it didn't feel half bad. There was a bit discomfort while the flare was slowly stuffed in, but once it slid inside the mare let out a satisfied groan as her wet sex wrapped itself around it.

“Good, now just give her a few seconds to adjust. Remember, the trick with mare's is to induce an orgasm and inseminate them while the vagina is contracting. It greatly increases the chances of conception, and considering the cost of a pedigreed stallion's semen you always make sure you do everything you can to make the first try take." The doc said but Erin barely registered any of it. Her brain could apparently process the sensation of a stallion's cock in her pussy or nerd-speak, but not both at the same time.

“You can start pushing more in, just keep a slow, steady pace and stop if the mare shows any discomfort." The doc said and Erin drew in a sharp breath as the shaft traveled deeper in, touching places inside her that had never been touched.

“Are you sure she's fine? She hasn't said anything in a while…" the nurse noted, but still kept applying gentle pressure, watching the flesh-toned silicone disappear between the mare's slick folds.

“It's not uncommon among maiden-mares. Outside of estrus they have virtually no sex-drive so they usually have their first orgasms in the chair. It's a lot for them to process and the experience leaves them literally speechless. She will get more vocal, so pay attention to that, but your best indicators will be body language and physical reactions." The doc explained matter-of-factly but Erin could hardly hear her, her ears filled with the sound of her heart pounding while her slit was filled with inch after inch of pseudo-stallion.

Suddenly the flared head brushed against something particularly sensitive and the mare almost bucked. As the veined length continued to rub against that spot Erin panted, feeling her whole body spasm. Just then a ridge of some sort pressed against and then slipped past her lips, brushing her little nub as it did, sending the young mare over the edge. She screwed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, but muffled moans still got past her lips as she felt something amazing wash over her. Once it had passed the mare gasped for breath, her vision a bit blurry and her pussy still convulsing around the length penetrating it.

“Did she just…?"

“Yes, a small one. You'll need to wait for a real climax before beginning insemination. Keep your eyes on that firm belly – when she has a proper orgasm, you will be able to clearly see the lower abdominal muscles tense and relax. Then you just press the plunger a little bit in time with each contraction, releasing the semen just before her muscles try to draw it in deeper. You also want to keep an eye on her vulva. A little leakage is to be expected, but if it starts to drip out just skip a few contractions and give her time to catch up."

Most of that went through one of Erin's long pointed ears and out the other, except for the first part. Small one? What does a big one feel like? She suspected she'd have a chance to find out, since her pussy seemed even more sensitive after the 'small one' and the rod just kept getting in deeper and deeper. She had no idea how long the penetration lasted, but after a few more inches she sensed the tip of the 'stud' press against something inside her and let out a small grunt.

“I think I reached her cervix." The nurse said, sounding a little unsure.

“Do you feel resistance?" the doctor asked, and Erin felt the nurse try and push the thing a little further before realizing it wouldn't budge.

“Yes, although it's only about two thirds of the way in." the nurse said, Erin's eyes flying open in disbelief. Only two thirds!?

“That's all right. The point is for the tip of the 'stud' to reach the cervix, and getting the medial ring past the labia is a bonus. The rest doesn't really matter."

The hell it doesn't! Erin thought with indignation. The moment she saw the thing she knew taking it would be an ordeal, but she never thought she'd fail. Ugh, I feel like I just came in second place! But feelings of inadequacy were soon replaced by feelings of a more tactile nature as the synthetic shaft was slowly withdrawn until little more than the head was still wedged in before the nurse once again pushed it back in as far as it could go.

Even that slow tempo sent the mare's mind reeling with new sensations, her hands gripping the arm rests even as her cunny gripped the pseudo-stud sliding in and out of it. It filled her so fully that she imagined she could feel every vein ruining along it's length, and she definitely felt that medial ring every time it slipped in, brushing against her pleasure buzzer as it did. Looking down she was pretty sure she could make out the bulge the shaft made in her perfectly flat belly every time the young woman bottomed out.

“She's coming along nicely, I think you can pick up the pace a little." The doctor said and moments later Erin felt the nurse do just that.

The mare's eyes widened, staring blankly up at the ceiling while pants and gasps left her mouth. The nurse was now making shallower, but less than gentle thrusts, and it became less about the texture and feel of the shaft, and more a matter of the increasingly rapid pumping it was doing. Erin's ears picked up wet, squelching sounds and she realized her sopping sex was the source, but couldn't concentrate enough to be embarrassed. Her flaring nostrils also told her the smell of the room had changed, the sterile air giving way before the scent of equine sweat and female musk.

She wasn't sure when it had happened, but the nurse had upped the tempo again. She was drawing out that shaft only enough to get the medial ring out before plunging back in as far as it would go. That ridge was now brushing against her twitching clit almost every second and Erin thought she'd go insane from the powerful sensations flooding her brain.

She realized then that the whole thing would soon be over, that she was reaching a sort of finish line, but instead of elation she felt a sudden panic come over her. Soon that whole syringe full of stallion milk would be deposited inside her, changing her life forever, or at least for the next ten months! How long has it been since the doc told her she was going to be inseminated? A half hour, maybe? That couldn't be enough to get to grips with becoming a mother. As her brain started to rebel against something her body very much wanted Erin broke out into a sweat and started to both squirm and writhe, part of her wanting to bolt while the other kept her in place as much as the leg restraints. The doc had apparently spotted her distress, taking hold of the mare's hand as she brushed her sweat-damped mane away from her eyes.

“Easy there, girl. I know this is a lot to process but it will soon be over, and in ten months' time you'll happily be nursing a beautiful little foal of you own." She spoke softly, her calm caring tone helping the mare relax a little.

Once her panic attack had passed the mare's mind was once again flooded with the sensation's coming from between her legs. She felt something approaching, and realized the climax that was building up all this time was about to hit her full-force. She let go of the doc and gripped the arm rests with both hands, her jaw clenched and her eyes screwed shut.

“She's almost there. Push it in as far as it will go and give the pump a few good squeezes." The doctor said, Erin barely registering a word until she felt the tip of the 'stud' grind against her cervix just before it started expanding inside her. Her ignorance about her reproductive system didn't matter at this point, her body instinctually recognizing the sensation of a stallion's shaft flaring and responding appropriately. The mare was sure she would scream, but what left her throat was a strange, shaky moan she'd never heard before, as she felt her muscles start to tighten.

She was dimly aware of the doctor giving the nurse further instructions, and she could see the young woman holding that white tube, her thumb pressing down about half an inch every time the mare's pussy pulsed. She saw her nipples, stiffer than they'd ever been, jutting out from her small breasts, remembering what the doc had said about them growing. Soon the sensation of her walls gripping and rubbing against the simulated stallion-flesh were joined by the sensation of something warm shooting deep inside her. She could feel each spurt hit her barrier just before her walls pulsed and sucked it greedily even deeper. The plunger was almost at the bottom of the syringe, but it seemed no matter how much was pumped inside her, her body swallowed it up, eager for more. Then the syringe was empty, and as her orgasm died down her vision cleared up and she could once again make out sounds.

“… it in for a while. She'll be very sensitive just after and it won't do any harm to keep her plugged for a few more seconds…" Erin heard the doc say. She had moved away from her, adjusting her glasses as she looked between the mare's legs, apparently satisfied with what she saw. “You did a very good job, barely anything leaked out."

“Thanks, but Erin here did her fair share as well." The nurse said after fiddling with something at the base of the #4. There was a hiss and soon Erin felt the flare deflate inside her, and even that slight stimulation of her over-sensitive insides made the panting mare twitch.

“Of course. You did great for your first time, Erin." The doc said mopping the sweat from the mare's brow. She handed her a glass of water and Erin thanked her before draining it on one go, only now realizing how exhausted she felt.

After about a minute the nurse started to slowly work the 'stud' out of the mare, Erin gritting her teeth as every vein and ridge seemed to send a jolt through her over-stimulated nerve endings. She heard as well as felt the deflated tip slip out, followed by only a few drops of still-warm seed, the rest of it securely deposited in her womb and even now seeking out an egg. There was a strange sensation of emptiness, almost as if her pussy had gotten used to having the mass of silicone buried inside it. The feeling was temporarily interrupted as the nurse slid something much slimmer past the mare's wet, gaping folds. She felt something small get pushed in the moment before the slim tube withdrew.

“Just a tampon to keep you from messing up your clothes. You can take it out in about an hour." The doc said while the nurse carefully slid a wet wipe over Erin's overstimulated teardrop. Once she was clean, the straps were undone, her ankles lifted up out of the stirrups, the chair lowered and it's back raised, allowing the mare to recline while the doctor went back to her desk. She scribbled for a while, giving Erin enough time to recover her strength and get dressed and giving the nurse enough time to put the #4 away. When she was done, the doctor walked up to her holding out a folder and this time the mare was too tired to protest.

“I have every reason to believe the insemination was successful, in which case your estrus will clear up within 48 hours. If not, you'll have to come in for an examination and possibly a repeat procedure. If it took, I'll be seeing you once a month to check up on your progress." The doctor rattled off, Erin nodding politely as she actually paid attention.

“In that folder are several things that might interest you. One is a guide for expecting mares which I will expect you to read. The second is the contact of a specialist trainer. She works with a lot of gravid mares down at the track and can help you adjust your work-out routine, and I understand she does classes in pre-natal yoga. And lastly I put in a copy of the donor's file, in case you're curious. We gave Brandon a call and he's on his way to pick you up. If you have no question's you're free to go to the waiting room."

The mare thanked her and walked out on slightly wobbly legs, plopping down in one of the chairs in the waiting room as a young Jenny-goat was called in. Wincing as her still sensitive sex protested the rough landing she opened the file and flipped until she reached her foal's sire's file, stopping dead at the name.

How the hay do you pronounce 'Jean-Marcel Levasseur'? Well, the first part was easy, since she knew what jeans were, so she decided to think of him as Gene. His family tree was also full of weird names. No wonder Gene couldn't come here and do the deed himself, he's on the other side of the world! The pedigree was followed by a list of the stallion's awards and accomplishments and prominently featured words like 'grand prix' and 'champion'. _ Now you're talking my language, Gene!_

After that came several classy-looking photos of the stallion, and the mare noted that although he wasn't wearing jeans, the boxer briefs he was sporting left no doubt he was grand, maybe even a #4. As she took in the sight of the other Arabian's chiseled body, his coat a shade lighter than her own, she was disappointed that he wore the underwear in every photo, even if it was all he wore. She decided then that if she ever did have another foal, she'd carefully read the papers and see if there wasn't a box she could check that would have a stallion like Gene sent over to do the inseminating in person.