Stallion - LouisaJoMature

He opens the door to the stable. I give a whinny. But he isn't letting me out, just feeding me. I hesitate, waiting for the right moment.

I run.

Out. Away from that horrific barn and it's locked doors, making me feel trapped. I could never run. Now, in the last days of my life, I'm free. My legs stretch out. For a full hour, my legs glide gracefully across the barren land. The cold wind bites at my back as I run through endless stretches of plain.

Finally, I lie down. My legs have been stretched; I am satisfied. I lay my head down, and close my eyes.

I then ride to the heavens on my newly stretched legs, to a free land where I can run as long as I please.

The End

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