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[i]"Dusted in grime, sweat tracing paths down her face, the farmer was a conduit between muscle and animal passion. Calloused hands guided the hippogriff's thick cock, almost reaching the receptive opening of the jenny. The beast's rumble of restraint answered the force she exerted, channeling life into its very palms as sacred offering: the honored duty to perpetuate creation, an eternal cycle within the warm, damp embrace of the stable"[/i]