Mack was a normal American, who magically wound up in a world of brightly colored horses with out even a hint of what was to come. And for some reason the mares all treat him like he's a porcelain doll, much to his chagrin.

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Just a little bit of noodling with no real narrative structure, and marked mature for innuendo and crass language. This pile of words is going to be self edited, updated at the speed of atoms at 0 Kelvin, and likely to be a mess of time skips. But hopefully it'll be a fun little ride that amuses the masses.

* The cover picture has nothing to do with anything, I just find it adorable.

*Well this exploded beyond all reasonable expectation, hopefully the rest of it will actually be as good as I want it to be. 1-28-19

*After thinking on it, I'm 92% certain that my choice of picture is part of the reason this is going so well compared to my other stories.