Rewrite in the style of James Joyce: After Brunhilda and her posse of four 'horse elixir sisters' began to dabble in the ancient Chinese art of using the finest stallion semen to augment their physical beauty and youthful allure and vitality the following transpired...After the passage of four months the most incredible equiphile opportunity happened to fall onto Brunhilda's technically still virginal lap: her father would be housing three of the world's most sought after stallions, which belonged to some inconceivably wealthy foreign aristocrats who were in the process of making the US their new business base of operations. As a matter of short term necessity they would be housing their prized stallions at her dad's world renowned stud farm. Brunhilda would once again be left de facto in charge of the farm while, in this case, her dad advised the mysterious aristocratic couple in the construction of a specially designed deluxe horse barn for the three world famous stallion studs. It was said that a gallon of each one of these studs' semen could fetch between a million and four million dollars on the corresponding markets. In any case, Brunhilda would have three days tops to pull off her new equiphile 'mission impossible.' The very same day that her dad gave her the figurative keys to the farm, she immediately had three of her farm hands prepare a dummy mount, after which she had all three visiting princely stallions mount it, thereby extracting a significant "reserve" of semen from each one of them. Indeed just those three mountings resulted in enough semen to fill the equivalent of five classic mayonnaise-style jars—the kind the girls were so fond of using—with many literal loads left to spare. After which said samples, worth far more than their weight in gold, were frozen and stored under lock and key. Of course her father wouldn't and should never know of her unsanctioned collection and appropriation of such a regal reserve of horse semen for her and her friends' own personal 'health and beauty,' aka vanity, use, especially considering she'd be blowing potentially a million dollars worth of horse cum by injecting it up her pussy as opposed to that of a fertile and procreative mare's. Which is to say, just so she could play Chinese sorceress with the world's most expensive horse seed. "Well guilty as charged," she thought, "but at least I'm not dealing in or even 'just' imbibing illegal drugs. This shouldn't even count as theft or contraband because since it's such an easily replenishable resource for the (doubtless noble) animal in question its unsanctioned use is undetectable, outside of a most prison-like confinement for the noble beast, and therefore no loss at all to any practical effect or degree. If prized stallion semen is surreptitiously extracted and it's just done once without the owners ever being the wiser than was it ever attracted at all as far as the science of economy is concerned. If there is no loss of profit or capital how can there be corruption? Nothing wrong with the under-the-table taking of a prized life-and-health-giving resource if it's entirely replenished and replenishable, for years on end, in a few hours' time tops!" And as far as even more prosaic matters went, it's not like the farm hands Brunhilda chose, who were limited to the most pragmatical applications of English, would tell her father, 'el jefe,' anything, as not even in their wildest imaginings would it have occurred to them that their boss's daughter was not only part owner of the farm, but also a client in the most personal and intimate sense a girl could possibly be vis a vis such 'seminal' concerns.
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