A centaur’s tale

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The centaurs were not keen on the breeding program – they had hoped to be let loose with the mares. But the farmer told them that that was inefficient.

The man pressed the button on the electro-ejaculator probe that was buried deep inside Darnham’s rectum. The young colt looked back in disgust as he felt the jolt on his prostate. His legs trembled and he felt weak-kneed as his seed flowed copiously from him, unbidden, into the specimen bottle.

His friend Rynax, looked on sympathetically – the farmer had already forced over half a pint from him a few minutes ago.

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