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For the most part, Gypsy was no virgin when it came to this. It was her second time, she had provided a foal. Stillborn, however. It had been a terrible winter for her barn, and Gypsy was unable to provide the nutrients the foal needed to survive. Today was her second chance at having a foal, and raising a little stallion or mare to repeat what she had been doing all her life. Please humans, and breed. Today was no different, she had just arrived to have a chance with a stud that had healthy genetics, similar to her.
Gypsy wouldn't shy away from that. Her body needed it, and as many times as her innocence would take it. But she was certain that had been stripped away from her, no point trying to reclaim it. With a snort, she'd begin to chew on some long strands of grass with disinterest. Soon raising her head at the musk of a stallion, the stallion. A gorgeous blue stud, dare she admit. It made her start to slowly graze closer, just to have a chance at being taken by the brute.
She wanted to be first. And for once, she found herself wanting to be used as a toy. Gypsy still lingered closer, trying to make it look out of sheer fate instead of purpose. She was far too bashful to admit her own lust, why would she? With a snort, she'd raise her head and finally get a good glance at the male with dark intent in her eyes to be claimed by him.