Dixie mailed the package to the artificial insemination ranch packed in ice. She took delight in wrapping up the package, putting a red bow on it for effect, and calling for UPS."Bye, bye, little sperm, have a nice trip. Say hi to your new mommy," Dixie laughed and patted the top of the box. Dixie knew Ty had no chance once he was introduce to the fleshy walls of a horse's vagina. He would be rejected, probably end up dripping down the mare's flanks,an unfortunate waste product never to again know life. Dixie was decidedly flushed with feelings of power and the sexual urge that followed after her complete domination of Ty. She found herself becoming extremely horny after her total domination of Ty. "Being the nasty bitch really suits me," she thought to herself. She absolutely glowed. She went home but the thought of tiny Ty sperm being flushed into a horse's gaping genitalia obsessed her. The thoughts of equine sex flooded her with possibilities for her own gratification. She began to masturbate. I wonder what it would be like to be fucked as a mare, she thought to herself. The foaming hindquarters. The genitalia of of enormous animals exchanging globs of fluid between them. The moistened labia engorged in the throes of equine "heat." Being mounted and having a monstrously large member rammed inside you, repeatedly and unmercifully, by a fully erect stud horse. She wondered how they motivated the mares to take an insemination syringe without the male. Did the trainers have to arouse the mares to get them to accept the girth of the insemination instrument She imagined the rhytmic pulse of the male inseminator's warm hand expanding the orifice before introducing the load. Then she thought of Ty. It was only be fitting for her to watch while little Ty was injected into the vast, warm genitalia of a horse. After all, she had authored his demise. Why not see it through to its graphic conclusion. She got even hornier imagining a little Ty sperm vanishing forever inside the foreign, beastly universe of a horses' vagina, That would be a fitting end to him, something she didn't want to miss. She decided to visit Brookfield farms. She packed a little suitcase. A short little sun dress to show off her legs, a halter top (fitting she thought), a little choker around her neck, and a some bright little braids in her hair. Dixie took the train out to the farm, dressed a little sluttier than usual. She was in a frisky mood.