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Your hooves sink into the sand, the cobblestone path buried so deep, you would need a shovel to find it. You follow your map to the best of your abilities, passing landmarks that weren't engulfed in sand. Though, you hope to meet the next landmark soon, your canteen has been empty for 15 minutes now. You are becoming extremely hot and dehydrated. Even your heavy sheath has become too hot. You're heavy stallion cock has dropped from it's sheath and is now flopping between your legs. The musky sweat beading off of it collects sand from the wind, which you brush off every once in a while as best you could.
This defiantly isn't right... cliffs? A valley? You're hooves clop along the sandy red rock as you pace along the edge... You obviously took a wrong turn somewhere. Spotting a cave, you duck in to hide from the relentless heat of the sun. You are so thirsty. Fur, damp with sweat and mouth dry. You're head throbs, and you think you have sunburn on your nose, and to top it all off, you need to pee...
