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by a parade of people and human stallions, paraded into the breeding center.
    Goldie suddenly felt a little shy. It’s ridiculous , she thought. I’ve done stuff like this a million times, but not with so many people watching me! There were eight people all together in the room: three human stallions and a groom for each one of them (one of them was Jonathan.) Then there was a cameraman who would alternate between the three cameras to adjust their angles, and her owner, and another woman wearing a pair of powder blue scrubs. Goldie wasn’t sure about the purpose of the last watcher, but she stood quietly and professionally behind Madame so Goldie knew she was supposed to be there.
    Madame herself had put on an apron to protect her immaculate clothing. She wore what Goldie thought of “British Elite”, including a freshly pressed white shirt under a tailored tweed jacket, riding breeches, and practical black boots. Madame paused only for a moment for the cameraman to get the three cameras rolling and pointing directly at the central area where the action would be taking place. Madame’s red and white padded gymnastic vaulting table was already there. Not that she was going to ask Goldie to perform gymnastics or do a hand vault. Hardly! Madame used it to support and sometimes restrain her during long breeding sessions. Madame had adopted it years ago, long before she bought Goldie, but as far as the palomino ponygirl was concerned it was genius. The vaulting table is a medium side adjustable table with one downward slanting edge. Goldie could lie with her stomach on the slant and put her weight across the length of it. Madame often tied her arms under the table to bind her to it. Because Goldie had some back troubles, the vaulting table was a god given gift when it came to withstanding the long, hard fuck sessions Goldie loved so much. Knowing Madame’s thoroughness, it was adjusted perfectly to her height.
    When the cameraman was set up and ready to follow Madame with the main camera view, she strode purposefully over to Goldie making soothing sounds.
    “Good girl,” she said, patting her affectionately all over her body. It’s a big day for you. I simply could not decide which stallion to put you to this year, so I picked out several. All of them would make lovely foals.” Goldie had to repress a giggle. Madame didn’t know about her plans and having her secret gave a whole new layer to the experience. “First we have King’s Ransom. Reginald?” She nodded to the first groom who led a powerful human stallion out and displayed him. He was tall with dark brown hair and a blocky build. He wore very little tack, just a black butt plug tail. Goldie had heard of his stamina and, she looked down... woah. Tales of his cock certainly hadn’t been exaggerated. He really was hung like a horse.
    “Next we have Pan Pipes. Jonathan, if you please.” Jonathan led a curly haired, freckled young man forward. This one had a full latex bodysuit on with only a cut out for his cock. He also wore full hoof mits and boots. She was looking forward to feeling the cool latex warm on her skin. He wasn’t as well hung as King’s Ransom but he already had a raging hardon. At least he was willing!
    “And finally, Zambezi. Connor?” Connor led out a huge man with dark skin and powerful muscles. From one or two short conversations she knew that Zambezi was actually from Africa, though he had been a little coy about exactly where. She thought his accent sounded a little Kenyan but she was no expert and anyway it would kind of make sense if it was a country through which the river he was named for flowed. Oh well. She liked the big man with the surprisingly soft spoken personality. Of course, if he was the one to get her pregnant she would eventually know about it, but who care? He would make beautiful babies. This was the very first time she had been bred to him and she couldn’t be more thrilled. His cock looked smaller than both the