Rache Will No Longer Be... Forgoten! | FORCER PLZ! |

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Rache

A story that i want to tell you can not be found in a book. They say the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse. But it's NEVER been told from the heart of one. Not 'till now. I was born here, in this place that would become to be called the old west. But to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end. No boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind in the baffalo grass. We belonged here, we will always belong here...

Rache stood in the vast grassland. Her beautiful coat glimmering against the sun, beaming down upon her pericing leaf green eyes. Her muscles let loose and she let ehr head drop to graze on some lush, smooth part of grass, that looked like her eyes that sparkled when the sun hit them. Her muzzle was lost in the sea of green. Her eyes began to close slowly, her mane fell over her prefect shaped face, it seemed as if time was slowing down, making it go slower and slower with every heartbeat she took; in Raches case it was called 'Slowmotion'.

Rache tolted around, her black tail flaged like a flag that was in war, waving like a banner setting a symbol of pride and strength she has accomplished. The sun began to fall over the cloudy sky, but now turning to orange hazel upon the heavens. Rache looked up to the ky, her slender form moved slightly as she gazed up at the heavens. Searching for more answers from her relatives. She let a heavy sigh flow out her maw, she lifted a foreleg and took a step forward 'till she picked up pase at a center. Soon she was racing down the vast cloudy area of greens, birds lifted from the grass that they hid in, flying up as Rache bolted by them. Chucks of grass and eart flew up as her sharp hooves scraped the ground to soon find her hooves get sharper and sharper. She grunted with each stide. Her speed increase, her legs were invisible. She picked up speed darting across the land like a bullet being shot. Her mucles moved with ehr legs as they went up and back down again, making them pop right ut of her beautiful gleamming pelt! Her adrenaline pumped and she got faster and faster as her speed began to increase. Heres to say her father was or uncle was Man O' War. You could tell by her speed, and long eyes, her muscular built body, and her running was amazing just like Man O' Wars. Her mother was an arabian half soemthing else which Rache don't know of. Her father may have been or is Man O' War...

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His eyes scanned the mare as she bolted past him. His piercing brown eyes skimmed the horizon for where she had gone, but after she had zoomed past, there was no sign of her. The feathers around his hooves flopped gently up and down as he trotted in the direction he'd seen her going. His tail low as he finally spotted her. His rippling pinto coat shimmered under the sun and his muscles rippled with each step, shining the sunbeams off of his coat in every direction. He shook his head and snorted, whinnying over to her casually.


[ It's Fiasco from my Horse Bios ]

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Rache

She was grazing in the lush grazz, her mane fell over her face. She snorted and pawed the ground to scrap up the ground. She shook her head and snorted. Throwing her head up she whirled around her to face a huge stallion standing only distances away from her. She pinned ehr ears and grunted. Her head held high. Teeth bared in a deathly snarl. Her mucles poped out of ehr chest, the moved as she breathed. Her eyes narrowed. " Who are you?!" She raised her voice.

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Fiasco chuckled a little bit. "No need to be so defensive," He said quietly. He stopped a few feet away from her to give her her space. He looked over her with warm brown eyes -- eyes not usually on a forcer. He flicked his tail to get the flies away and began to answer her question, "I'm Fiasco. Who may you be, my fine lady?" He asked, his voice remaining a bit quiet as if not to startle the mare. He twitched his ear and looked around him again before turning his attention back to the gorgeous mare that would soon -- hopefully -- fall into his trap.

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Rache

She snorted and stood up right. Calming herself, from his gentle voice. She then shook her head to snap hersefl out of his trap. She snorted and her ears twitched. She walked slwoly toward his. Face to face then stood. She answered, his question " I'm Rache. Nice to meet you Fiasco." She flicked her tail to her sides and lowered her ehad to graze at the lush parts of greens that lay beneath her hooves...

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"Exotic name," he said and pondered a moment, "I like it." He smiled gently and looked over her, his coat still shining brightly. His massive draft body walked over beside her and lowered his head to graze alongside her. He then lifted his head, chewing and swallowing the tender grass in his mouth. He coughed a second before looking back at her eyes, "How are you today?" He asked nonchalantly.

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Rache

Rache smiled and replied " You move fast stallion. I'm fine. I may say you are quite the handsome one." she said with a warm smile. She pressed her body against his, she rubb up to him, and licked his chest.

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Her attitude was concerning him. With that attitude she'd never let her guard down. He snorted and rolled his eyes when she wasn't looking. When she pressed up against him, he nipped her withers playfully and when her tongue gently brushed his chest, he nuzzled her high-set cheekbone. What a gorgeous mare, he thought. "And you are quite gorgeous, if I do say so myself," he replied quietly.

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Rache

She snorted and pulled her head up adn nipped his withers. She smirked and rolled her eyes. She cuckled and replied " Why thank you Fiasco." She said with a gin of satifaction. She leaned into him. Putting her head under his neck and closing her eyes slowly. She licked his shoudler as her head was under his neck, and her eyes were still closed...

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Fiasco knew this might be his only chance. He snorted and in one quick bound was on top of her. He kept her close by hugging his forelegs tightly against her hips, pulling her back into him. His tool quickly found its place as he began to move his hips back and forth in a rocking motion. He snorted and grabbed her mane, pulling her head back so he would stay balanced.

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She gasped as he mounted ehr so quickly. She struggled to free herlsef under his weight. She neighed loudly and tired to buck him off her. Butit was no use. She stood there. Whipping erh eahd around to nip his leg drawing blood. She groaned and then calmed down after awhile passed she groaned starting to like the feeling. She grunted and sex sounds began to come out her maw...

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"That's better," Fiasco said, releasing her mane. He decided he'd have his fun with her, now that she'd stopped considering him a forcer. His thrusts began to get harder and faster, going deeper each time. He adjusted himself so he was closer to her and had easier access to her. He grunted himself, enjoying the feeling of being inside yet another mare.

[ good night :D ]

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Rache groaned in pleasure. She shook ehr head and lowed her head to the gorund, closing ehr eyes,a dn breathing heavily. Dust of dirt flew up and went everywhere as she breathed down onto the ground. She threw ehr ehad up as he broke her wall. She groaned loudly. Grunting with each thrust...

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Fiasco felt himself break her walls and reached his climax only a few minutes afterwards. He snorted and shook his head, reluctantly pulling out of her. He plopped to the ground with a slight thud and shook himself as a murky liquid dripped from the top of his tool as it slowly slid back in place. He pawed the ground a bit and then nipped her rump, rubbing his shoulder against it and coming up beside her.

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Rache

She snorted then gasped as he slid out of her. She nuzzled his chest...

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