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Amethyst’s Christmas Tales 2025

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Forced Breeding

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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Hika grunted and fought as he was pulled to the breeding pen, a chifney bit in his mouth, applying intense pressure to his tongue. Two stable hands, a mix of humans and anthros, framed the chestnut Thoroughbred on each side of him, dragging the “feral” to the breeding pens.

No! No! He whinnied, digging in his hooves, even though his body thrummed with energy. Can’t do it! No! Don’t want to!

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He tried to think with words, as he had when he’d been a man – but that was harder than ever. His vocabulary, when it came through with his lower yet varying intelligence, was severely limited and it was easier to “think” with images and impressions. Scents had become a more powerful thing for Hika than ever as a feral horse, but that wasn’t something he was usually actively aware of. Horses just were: they didn’t have to consider things like that.

“Git on there, Sparky Trail, git on!”

Though he was one of the prized breeding stallions, under the tyrant king’s dystopian regime, he was still hauled in, when he was “acting out,” as they would say. But the white fence of the breeding arena, laid down with sand footing, gleamed and his nostrils flared. His body softened, prancing along with the stable hands rather than pulling back against them, taking in the scent of the mare who was already waiting in the arena for him.

It was no surprise for him to find Jacob, his son, close to him, being pulled in too. His eyes were bright and he had a similar chestnut coat. He nickered to him, snaking his head out. Though Hika would never have hurt his son, he still wanted to let Jacob know the mare was his.

“Settle down there, Sparky Trail, settle down there. Mahogany Dash there will have another mare soon enough, don’t you worry, don’t you worry.”

The stable hand crooning soothingly to him and repeating what had already been said did not settle him, but entering the arena helped. The red barn rose in the background as his sheath plumped out and his cock spilt out, hardening up ready for her. The palomino mare before him nickered, though he didn’t know if she’d once been a human, like him, or an anthro. For Hika, there was no way to tell, though they somewhat spoke the same kind of language as they were both horses. In Hika and Jacob’s case, those in control of them liked to turn their intelligence levels up and down, so they could never tell just what “mind” they were in. It was not for either of the equines, of course, to know.

Hika grunted as the mare flagged her tail for him and presented, bracing her hind legs. She’d done it before and her sex winked as she urinated, a hot splatter of wet streaming to the ground. Yet she only did that so she could signal her readiness for him and Hika peeled his upper lip back from his teeth, sifting through the intense scent, the pheromones stimulating him. His cock flexed and jerked up against his own abdomen, bouncing off his flesh with the head soft and plumped up.

It was nothing at all to him to lift himself onto his back legs and rest his weight on the mare’s hind end. His cock twitched, though he was barely even aware of the stable hands on either side, the ropes slack now they’d got him in position.

As his cock sank home, powering into her twitching, winking sex, Jacob lined up alongside him with his own mare. Somehow, both horses had been turned to face the gate and Jacob went more readily than Hika. It was hard to fight with the scent of his own mare, a bay beauty, under him, his cock twitching as he scrambled up onto her back without even waiting for her to really present.

Oh, but how his mind pulled at him, trying to instil a dark sense of guilt and fear in the pit of his stomach. It didn’t belong there, but it flashed through him: all the regret for what had gone before, the life he’d had, wanting to be a horse to pay off his debts. He didn’t know what debts actually were, after being transformed into a horse, but if the king said they were important then it had to be so. Nothing mattered other than breeding and pleasing the king.

The king watched them, close up, from the other side of the fence. They were close to the posts, Jacob’s cock sinking deep into the mare’s sex, plunging in hard and fast. All he knew was pleasure, a tremble of need flowing through him that had to be sated. Yes, yes, yes… Yes. All he needed to do was to keep thrusting, grinding in deep, the short, sharp, demanding strokes of his cock more than enough to get him close to his climax.

His father bred his own mare alongside him, leaning over the golden horse’s back, mouthing the base of her neck and her withers. Hika was kind with his mares and didn’t treat them roughly, though the act of mating itself could seem so from the outside. They were creatures designed for it, bred for it, and Hika and Jacob knew what their bodies needed to do.

Both stallions crammed as much of their dicks into their mares as possible, shuffling their hind hooves in a little closer. They had to use as much of their shafts as possible as they powered in, thrust after thrust, until they whinnied nearly at the same time, completion upon them. Ropes of hot, sticky horse cum flooded the mares, ensuring there would soon be a pregnancy and two foals, in time, to be born. But it was not about that for the stallions, even though a hot rush of pleasure shot through them at the notion of furthering their genetic line, that they were performing the will of their king – and that was absolutely above all else that could ever have been important to any of them.

The king watched his stallions proudly, for they had come such a long way. From being unruly and resisting their minds being broken to kind and powerful, the best racehorses in his personal stable. Their tails flagged in a red spill of hair as they dismounted, cocks half-hard and bobbing, dripping with creamy seed.

There had to be more mares, however, and more foals. He lifted his hand, waving off the stable hands who’d been managing the mares, who took them away sweetly, back to their stables to rest and get a belly full of hay each. Of course, they were very quickly replaced with another pair of mares: one cremello and one liver chestnut.

Sparky Trail, Hika, curled his upper lip happily and bobbed his head as his liver chestnut mare, with a much darker, browner coat than what he boasted, was brought to him. She presented and he did his duty, dipping his head and nipping faintly, kindly, at her hindquarters. Rising onto his back hooves, Sparky Trail didn’t need to hover with his forehooves for long before lightly coming down on her back and letting her, once again, take his weight.

Hika exhaled as his cock found the mare’s sex again and her twitching folds wrapped around him. It was the right place to be, all so he could atone for his debts. He didn’t know what that meant, but he knew his king was watching, so he flagged his tail and thrust harder, breeding the mare as well as he ever knew how. Alongside him, Jacob nuzzled the cremello mare’s white hindquarters, gently pushing over her back end to do his duty too.

They knew what to do and, honestly, Hika didn’t even know why he’d had to be dragged to the arena in the first place, but there’d been something in him that had felt the need to pull back, to fight. He grunted and powered in, stroke after stroke sinking into her heated passage, feeling her pull and twitch around him. There was nothing, truly, that would ever have stopped Hika from doing his duty, all with the king’s eyes on him, watching as he used his shaft to do his duty.

The king leaned on the fence, watching Jacob too, the younger chestnut stallion grunting in a very studly manner as he thrust into the mare. He nipped at the white mare’s mane and she squealed, though she was polite enough not to raise a hind hoof at the overly randy stallion. They found a pace that suited them, her hocks a little flexed so she was at the best height for him to breed her. Horses had found ways, over many years of mating, to accommodate one another and a slight difference in their heights was most certainly not going to stop Mahogany Dash from breeding her.

Her sex clung to his cock and he lost himself in sensation, the raw, earthen scent of the cremello mare filling his nostrils with every heady breath he sucked into his lungs. His flanks heaved with that very breath and he snorted heavily, air washing over her withers as he hovered there, lightly resting his forelegs along her sides. It was just for balance, however, as he lasted a little longer before spending his seed that time, his hooves scooting a little closer to hers, just so he could use a couple more inches of his cock to cover her.

Hika did the same, but the tyrant’s eyes were fixed on Jacob right then and there, his cock powering smoothly and seamlessly into the mare’s sex as if they were simply made to be together. She braced for him with a low nicker, encouraging Jacob to spend his seed inside her, though Jacob was only too ready to oblige.

The king leaned back, pleased, as Jacob’s muscles tensed, his hamstrings supple as he powered in while the higher, deeper muscles in his hind end stabilised and gave him the strength needed to perform his duty. He, at the very least, was recovering a fair amount of fees from putting the stallions to stud: the rebels who had been transformed into livestock for his farm. In fact, he was expanding his farms for more horses, for it seemed to be an excellent way to make the rebels, once they’d been transformed, more amenable to being useful in his new kingdom.

And everyone had to have their use… There was no room for layabouts when he could put them to work. Even the crude, raunchy work of animals.

Hika and Jacob didn’t know any of the wider world. In fact, at their current intelligence levels, they only knew breeding, what the tyrant king had left in their heads. So, with the sun shining down, they ground into their mares, stroke after stroke, heat closing and pulling around the full lengths of their cocks, encouraging them to spill every last drop from their heavy balls.

That time, Jacob climaxed first with a loud, proud neigh that echoed across the arena, more stable hands appearing with more mares. His cock twitched within her sex, sending spurt after spurt of cream into her, her marehood dripping with it, more cum still slopping out of her sex and marking where their bodies joined. He spent every drop his heavy nuts had to give into her, balls quivering as his body slowed, left with his neck arched beautifully over her back, wanting her still.

Hika took a few moments longer to cum, a few frenzied strokes plunging into the dark-haired mare, her liver coat quivering under him. He nickered, nuzzling her kindly, and his tail swished as he broke into a whinny, spending his seed inside her with pump after pump of creamy cum. There’d be no denying the foal that came of that interlude, what both of them wanted, for that was all they needed when it came to the desire of mating.

It was pleasurable, yes…but that was not why they did it. Forced to breed, but they were not really made to do so. It was in their minds, in their genetics, what the king had made them into.

And he watched, everything, a smile on his face as he observed their mating. As the stallions dismounted, he waved in the next mares.

“Send them in. There are three more to stud today.”

Hika and Jacob would be busy indeed…