The world around you distorts, colors become more vibrant, scents become richer, and your mare feels like an angel granting you a glimpse of heaven. You plug her hole just in time to spill your small donation of watery seed over the doorway to her womb which flexes with renewed strength after receiving your reward. The feeling of your ticklish finale crawling down the wall of her sex organ sustains her own and you both ride the waves of bliss far past previous boundaries. You find a breath somewhere in-between spasms and pull her tighter; the empty contractions served no purpose other than to bring you pleasure. Pituitary glands inundate your blood streams with their last reserves of endorphins in a desperate measure to finally satiate your unnaturally powerful desire to mate.