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Le Sport Universel Illustr茅, 15 D茅cembre 1896
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What an amazing picture!
Cell phone photo of AMERICAN PHAROAH at Ashford stud earlier this week. Behind him are Epicenter (bay) and fellow Triple Crown winner Justify (chestnut). Photo by Nicole Meiner.
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Gun Runner, who has only three crops of racing age, is the NUMBER TWO general sire for 2023. And until today, he hadn't had a Grade One winner this year. I doubt he's catching up to Into Mischief any time soon. But with two G1 wins and Disarm's G1 second (it's coming for him still, I hope) he's going to be even further clear of Curlin in third. And look at some of the other stallions he's clear of.....
He's ridiculously clear on the Third-crop list....the next stallion there is Practical Joke, then Arrogate (who'll maybe move to second after Arcangelo won the Travers). Practical Joke is 12th on the gen sire list, and Arrogate is 25th.
I know that Gun Runner broke Uncle Mo's record as a first crop sire, but this is insane. Or it seems insane, I guess, since I never really paid THIS close attention to a stallion's career until Gun Runner.
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This is an original 1945 photo of Polynesian.
He was bred by Joseph Widener. On his father鈥檚 death, P.A.B. Widener II inherited Polynesian. Later P.A.B. gave the horse to his wife as an anniversary present.
Polynesian was by Unbreakable, the winner of the 1937 Exeter Stakes, out of Black Polly by Polymelian, the winner of the Luzern Highweight Handicap.
He made 58 starts with 27 wins 10 seconds 10 thirds earning $310,410.聽
Horse racing Legends
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Today's Schleich is:
13273 English Thoroughbred Stallion
[2003 - 2006]
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Ready for Butter
Mother: LH Brook
Father: For The Love of Butter
Breed: thoroughbred
Sex: stallion
Birthday: June 1, 2022
0:7:4:1
Color: Red
Genotype: ee
Genetic Potential: 609
Champion prospect: yes
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Honor Code (A. P. Indy) top & Honor A. P. (Honor Code), both taken at Lane's End.
first, Honor Code is amazingly handsome and I've thought so since he went to stud (and sad he didn't turn out a great sire) . Second, wow the family resemblance is strong.
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馃敒 MDNI | Boothill x Fem!Reader (blurb AU) 馃敒
TW: sex in a barn, slight choking, love bites, prosthetic limbs, slight overstimulation, licking, creampie.
Edit: This got way more attention than I honestly thought it would. So, if it hits 2k, I'll make part two. 馃槈 Or! Perhaps a full fic of this blurb?
Things weren't supposed to end like this, but you couldn't be blamed. A handsome stranger paid your esteemed ranch a visit, hoping to get one of your finest Thoroughbreds, only to end up with something far better.
One hand firmly gripped the fat of your hip, the metallic fingers digging slightly into your skin while the other was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him to kiss along the side of it. Your thighs trembled with the way his thick cock bullied your slick cunt, dragging yet another moan from your pretty lips.
Boothill's lips curled into a slight smirk at the sound before letting his tongue slide up your neck. It was hot and wet, and your hands gripped the stall door, causing the wood to chip ever so gently with the way your nails dug into it. "Dirty girl," he teased. His chest pressed against your back a bit more as his hips smacked into the back of yours harshly, his pace remaining merciless. "I came for a stallion, not a broodmare." The hand around your throat squeezed a little harder, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. "But I can make a new deal."
You already knew what the new deal was, but you remained silent, too focused on the pleasure that coursed through your veins with each thrust of his meaty cock. He filled your gummy walls, shaping your pussy all for himself as he brought you orgasm after orgasm. It had been a while since you had a good fuck, and with a customer of all people. Still, you had to hand it to him. Boothill had the stamina of a Thoroughbred, plowing into you repeatedly without so much as a break, and he hadn't even come yet.
Your head lolled to the side, allowing him another chance at kissing your neck, though he soon bit down on the soft flesh, causing you to moan at the sudden feeling. One final thrust had your body up against the stable door, pinned as he finally came, painting your walls in thick, white ropes of his cum. The hand gripping your neck only tightened, yet he made sure to at least let you breathe.
Boothill kept your body pinned against the stable door as he panted hard, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape. "Fuck," he breathed out, "haven't had this good a time in a while." His hand on your hip loosened as his metallic thumb rubbed gentle circles against your soft skin. "Now," he chuckled, "how 'bout we discuss the new deal?"
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