You are perplexed about what is happening, so that you it isn't in till after the horse has already lifted his tail and pushed out the first lump of manure that you understand. And by then it is to late to do avoid, so with a warm and wet *Splat* the brown stuff lands on your face, enveloping you in the musky scent of the horse's excrement. The first is soon followed by a second, and third, all of them continuing to bury your face deeper and deeper under the ever growing pile.
When at last you feel the last dollop of feces land, you push you self up, struggling under the weight on you, and the mountain of dung rolls off you. You wipe your eyes of the fluids and look up, only to see that the horse is standing over you, with his hard member directly in your face. Before you can even move a muscle the flood hits. The yellow stream forcibly hits you in the face knocking you back down, still under the waterfall of urine. You try to move away but you run into the legs of the Clydesdale, which hold you in place. Now unable to escape you struggle to breath, but to no avail, the piss forcing itself into you every time you gasp for air, filling your mouth with a bitter taste.
Then just as suddenly as it started it ends, leaving you soaked and spurting out the stallion's golden water. When you finally recover, you realize the Clydesdale has moved, and is now starring at you again. And you know what it is...
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