Previously:
The mare was greeted, more or less, by another two-leg. She was the obese woman whom she had met a few days ago. The young
man who had her in her grip spoke his giberish to her, Roxanne watching in awe the whole time, trying to decode their complex language. But it was too hard, certain things just weren't meant for horses, like the human tongue. Suddently the lady nodded and then left to the eastern stables, where the overflow horses were kept. Then suddently it hit her. No. Not again, she thought. They cannot do this to me again! No, no, no. NEVER again. She began to shudder and toss her head up in attempt to tear the lead rope from the two-leg's grip, only to be unsucessful and recieve another whipping on the rump. Roxanne gritted her teeth in anger and fear, waiting for the other human to come back.
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(Don't worry, this won't be disgustingly graphic. Promised.)
Not too long after, the fat woman came back with a skyscraper tall bay Thoroughbred stallion on a raggety green halter and lead rope, his black mane cut so short there was only about and inch left. Phantom. As soon as he noticed Roxanne standing in the stall he tossed his head up and reared happily, prancing around in small circles while he was held in the two-leg's tight grip. The mare cowered in fear, trying to escape from her bindings even when she knew it would be an impossible feat. She couldn't be around the stallion, she knew what they were going to do with her. "Hey baby," flirted Phantom in his smooth, deepened voice as he strutted beside her and nuzzled her belly. "No need 'ta be afraid."
Oh how badly Roxanne wanted to kick him if her legs weren't tied. "Stay away from me," she replied forcefully in a muffled voice, due to the rope constricted around her mouth. A slight glare reached her eyes.
"Come on," he said, moving his side closer to hers, nuzzling her belly for a second time.
The glare stuck on the young mare's face, trying to pull and chew her lead rope off with brute force. Again, she was hit in the rump hard with the barbed whip. She backed as far away from him as possible, shaking her head. "No. I won't let you do this to me!" Roxanne shouted, just to be pulled back by the two-leg with her lead rope. The one who had Phantom un-clipped his lead rope and let him free, causing him to nuzzle and inspect the poor Roxanne even more as if he had known her for years. She couldn't move away from him anymore, it was too late now. The mare was going to have her ninth foal now.
