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GreenLady
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Therani stood, and exited her stall looking until she found the showers. They appeared to be very centaur friendly. She huffed, picking up the pace and using her back hoof to turn on the water. Her tail lifted as it felt the warm water cascade down her hind end. She wished she had a brush or a rag that could be used, but the warm water seemed to be doing the trick, banishing most of the fluid that had dried on her rump. She stood in the shower for a few minutes before finishing up and heading back to her stall. She ate some of the grain that had been put out for her and drank some of the water in the pail.
She was anxious for her master to return. At just the thought of him or a stallion, she felt wetness again. Therani groaned. No wonder mares hated being in heat. It was like being turned on at all times with hardly relief.
She was anxious for her master to return. At just the thought of him or a stallion, she felt wetness again. Therani groaned. No wonder mares hated being in heat. It was like being turned on at all times with hardly relief.