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Prometheus furrowed his eyebrows sadly, his head hung low. He was so much younger than this mare, and had no idea of what to do.
"I'm Antoinietta, who are you?" She asked in a seductive voice, lifting her head and looking out beneath her thick forelock.
Hera frowned and walked closer to the stallion, noticing how young he was. The mare softened her eyes sadly. "Is this your first covering?" she asked.
"Inola," he nickered.
Prometheus nodded his head, his shoulder length mane bouncing up and down. "What am I supposed to do? The two-legs want me to cover you, but you clearly don't want anything to do with me." He said sadly.
"Inola....." Antoinietta repeated, nodding her head. "Well its a pleasure to meet you." She whinnied.