Trotting along, the pristine-coated white mare looked for The Black Stallion. It didn't take her very long, though, as he had been waiting for her.
"Come here, my new mare. Tell me, what is your name?" The Black Stallion asked her, his voice not coming through his mouth by through his mind, which Joanne responded back in the same way, as he gave her the ability to do so.
"I am Joanne. I don't remember much, but there is one thing I do know for 100% certainty."
"And what is that?" he pushed.
"That I am your new mate, and it is my duty to bear you more foals," Joanne finished. "So please, let me be a good mate and mother. Take me!"
The Black Stallion smiled, his tail flicking. "Very well then. Turn around, Joanne."
Joanne nodded eagerly and did so, lifting her tail and presenting her warm opening to him, warm liquids already ready to spill out.
The Black Stallion planted his front hooves on her back and immediately began plunging his large member into her warm folds, many years of doing this making him very efficient at the task. He kept going and going as she neighed, until he released his load into her, his seed flooding her insides.
"It is done. Now, go rest. There are more intruders here for me to bring into the herd," he said.