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muddy mare cunt
The weather is mild, and the sun has just started to rise for the day. I can smell the fresh scent of mildew on the grass as I start to get ready for my big weekend trip. I'm going to be taking Cappuccino, my mudsdale, on the road to Heahea City. As this will be the first time I've taken her out on a large trip like this, I can understand why she's pretty nervous. She's been acting awfully fidgetty and tense lately, last week during our training, she wouldn't listen to me at all!
If something's gotten into her, I can only hope that we make it there safely without any problems, a huge, strong horse like her could really hurt someone if she gets spooked or panics. There's no reason to be worried though, I've known her since she was a foal, she'd never hurt me.
As I approach the stable behind my house, I can hear a loud and awful creaking noise coming from inside. There's mud caking the walls outside, and the roof appears to have started to cave in. What's worse is that the door to the barn is wide open, even though I remember latching it last night...
With my heart beating, I take a step closer, and the stench of wet and muddy hay is overpowering. The sound of twisting and buckling wood makes my heart drop. What happened here, is Cappucino alright?
Listening closely, though, I can hear the sound of frantic neighing and whinnying, which must be coming from her... I hope she's alright.
Stepping inside, I can see her there in the middle of the stable, pressing herself up against one of the wooden pillars. She's rubbing furiously back and forth against it, trying to scratch an itch or something. Her eyes are completely glazed over and she's completely lost in the moment as her whole body writhes and twitches, her tail swishing from side to side haphazardly. As I whistle to get her attention, she suddenly stops and turns around to look at me. The look on her face says everything, something is clearly bothering her, and that's not normal for Cappuccino.
