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Jolene finished her session, having worked up enough of a sweat that, if it wasn't for her sports bra, would've left her modest chest rather obviously on display through her thin t-shirt. Stiffly, she said goodbye to her students, and equally stiffly - without moving her legs more than absolutely necessary - walked off into her private changing room. She took a deep breath, positioning herself under the shower head, and then turned the water on, full blast, on the lowest temperature the mixer would allow.

Phew. The ice-cold water knocked some sense back into her. Couldn't be great for the heart, she figured, feeling it skip a few beats at the sudden decrease in temperature. But at least she could think for a moment.

She had been so incredibly horny the last few days. It didn't help that two of the mares in her class were pregnant, which set her increasingly instinct-driven mind aflame with both jealousy and lust. She barely managed to control it at all. Not that there was anything wrong with her; she just desperately yearned to get pregnant herself, to start a family, to the point that it was becoming a bit of an obsession for the young mare. The problem was that she wasn't exactly the ideal of beauty, at least not for fellow equines; rather than the billowing curves every firm, strong stallion seemed to desire, she was fit and fairly stocky. Most attempts at flirting had been met with downright amusement. She'd been made fun of. And that was before she'd even had a chance to explain what she wanted.

At this point, she was just about beside herself with desire. Hence the cold showers. They washed those erotic thoughts out of her mind for a few moments, though the water felt like it was sizzling on her warm body. It wasn't a lasting solution, she knew that. Neither was the other way she'd been trying to solve the issue; lots and lots of porn, combined with dildos and magic wands and whatever else she could get her hands on. No, what she really needed was something very hot; a stallion's shaft inside her, throbbing and bucking as it pumped a foal into her belly.

But such aspirations seemed like distant fantasies. None of the locals had afforded her a second glance. Other species often did, but they weren't able to actually give her the foal she was yearning for. All in all, it left her precariously trying to balance the urges with her professional life, and so far, she'd managed. But there was really no way around it; either she'd have to get some kind of treatment to reduce the sheer intensity of her desires, or she had to give in, to become the broodmare she was constantly fantasizing of being.

It was ironic, in a way. As a kid she'd never been terribly interested in boys. As a teenager, she'd been deathly afraid of getting knocked up. And now, as an adult, she couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful it'd feel. She distinctly remembered telling her mother that she never wanted any kids, and deciding that she wanted to keep her belly flat and firm, as it was after years of constant training and the following career as a rather successful fitness instructor. But sometimes, the demands of nature - her biological clock, to whatever extent it actually existed - could simply not be denied.

Jolene finally stepped out of the shower by the time she was starting to shiver and grow numb. Deep breaths, now. Don't think of anything sexy.

She did have her magic wand in her backpack too. Just in case she couldn't have a shower. Being too relaxed from multiple orgasms would wreak havoc on her classes, but at least it still managed to take the edge off her desire.

Ah well. At least it's the end of the week.

It being Friday, of course, meant she'd probably spend most of the weekend at home, trying to avoid anything that'd drive her into that state of lustful frenzy. Namely, anything equine with a penis - she stuck to the most clinical terms to avoid triggering her urges, but especially the more feminine types. The smaller, but well-hung horses. Ponies. Slender, young stallions. The ones most mares ignored. Those were who really set Jolene off. Perhaps it was a subconscious act of rebellion - since the bigger stallions rejected her, her desires had turned to those who often were rejected themselves - some kind of urge to spite the system, to give supposedly less-desirable males a chance to sire a foal or two. Either way, it was a delicious thought.

She splashed some more cold water onto her face and snout before finally patting herself dry with a towel. Remember, deep breaths, Jolene.

Jolene realized there was something she was forgetting. What w- oh, yes. She had to pick up a couple of books she'd ordered from the local _adult bookstore._She'd been surprised to find out that they actually sold books; almost none of the stores using such names did. But written erotica was her favorite, particularly the kind with vivid descriptions of impregnation, conception, and the consequences thereof.

She got dressed. Long, black jeans despite the hot summer. Anything shorter than that risked a terribly lewd display of her sexuality if she came across any attractive men or pregnant women. A wet patch in her crotch didn't look terribly flattering. A slightly oversized bra - one that she'd bought in vain anticipation of being bred, fantasizing of her breasts swelling with milk - and an equally oversized hoodie to hide most of herself away. It wasn't that she wasn't proud of her well-trained body, but walking around with her juices dripping down her thighs, with her nipples hard as little tingly diamonds? It was obscenely embarrassing.

She waited in her dressing room for a little while, ears perking as she listened for her students leaving. The fewer of them she saw on the way out, the better. She had to stay to lock the door, anyway.

When she could actually think about it all clearly, maybe the whole breeding thing wasn't the best of ideas. It'd certainly interrupt her career, for one. Probably mar the body she'd put so much effort into. Still, it was what all_of her private fantasies were focused on. Warm, fuzzy images of her legs spread as a small pony pumped gallons of seed into her heated womb. Knowing each little swimmer would be searching for her eggs, the cum just a potent as that of any big stallion. She already knew that she'd rub herself _raw the moment the pregnancy test showed a positive.

She peeked out through the frosted glass window on her dressing room door. Didn't seem like anyone was left out there. Jolene shook her head. Her hiding like this was ridiculous, she wasn't afraid of anything. She was stronger than most men, even. Certainly more fit. Yet, just like everyone else, she was completely defenseless against her own primal urges. Okay, you can do this, Jolene. Deep breaths. To the bookstore, then home, and another cold shower.

Jolene opened the door, checked the locker rooms for any errant students, while very consciously avoiding breathing through her nose. She definitely didn't need to get a lungful of any pheromones right now. The building was completely empty, thankfully. Empty and silent except for the clacking of her hooves. She gathered her belongings, stepped outside, and locked the door behind her.

It wasn't a long walk to the bookstore. Sometimes she missed living in the countryside; the tranquil quiet, the singing birds, the fresh air, and most of all, the space. And other times she couldn't possibly miss it less. Back then, the only option to buy anything that wasn't food was to order it online and wait several days. Here, in the city, everything was within arm's reach. That, and a woman - however fit - walking into what was effectively just a _porn shop_would've been scandalous. Here, nobody even noticed. Oh, she certainly loved that part.

She got off work a little earlier than most, so the shop was rather empty. The cashier - a younger vixen - gave her a knowing wink and handed her the order in a nondescript brown paper bag.

"You know, you should just do it," she chirped, with that usual foxy grin. "Hey, don't look at me like that, I have to look at what you order so I can pack it," she added, as Jolene raised a finger to say something, but then went silent. She _did_have a point.

"Here, free bonus since you're a regular," she whispered, slipping Jolene another bag. "Just don't open that one until you get home. It's not, you know..." she paused. "Well, just get home first, yes?"

Jolene decided, against her better judgment, not to ask any questions. It probably wasn't anything dangerous, anyway. Despite the run-down interior, the store was relatively trustworthy and seemingly fully legitimate compared to most. There weren't even any gloryholes, at least none that she knew of. No! No sexy thoughts!

As luck would have it, she passed an equine couple on the way home. A stallion and his mare, a few months into her pregnancy. Though Jolene quickly averted her eyes, she wasn't quick enough to stop that flush of sympathetic warmth. The feeling of an emptiness inside of her, an acute awareness of her womb wanting to be put to its proper use. All she'd need was for a male to spill his seed deep inside her. Fuck. She could feel that awfully familiar wetness growing between her legs. It probably wouldn't show through the black jeans, but either way she covered herself with the two bags. Just in case.

What's in the other one, anyway? She shook it gently. Almost sounded like pills. And paper. Jolene couldn't quite guess at what kind of pills a sex shop employee would give her, though. Not like she needed anything for arousal.

It proved a good distraction from the way her puffy netherlips rubbed against her cotton panties with each step, if only for a few minutes. It kept sending those pleasant tingles through her body, though, and by the time she was at her home, she was acutely aware of how badly she needed release. And just how drenched her panties were.

With her legs trembling and knees feeling weak, she stepped inside, locking the door and letting out a sigh of mixed relief and frustration. It'd be another long night with her trusty magic wand, but before that - she had to see what was in the mystery bag.

She reached in and pulled out a bottle. Heat inducers? Those weren't, strictly speaking, legal - mainly because they tended to result in lots of unwanted pregnancies, unless used under very close supervision. The idea of taking one sent an excited thrill up Jolene's spine, though. It would all but guarantee that she'd conceive if she ever found a stallion. On closer examination, the bottle had been prescribed to someone with a typical fox name. presumably the cashier herself. And from how full it felt, she'd only needed one. Was she already pregnant, then? Jolene felt a twinge of jealousy.

There was also a small business card in the bag. She held it up under the light. All it read was "Stud Service," and then a phone number, on one side. Flipping it over, there was a little more text. "Get pregnant tonight, with a male of your choice."

Well. Jolene inhaled sharply. There was that flush of warmth again. She could feel her panties clinging wetly to her mound. That was probably what the pills were for. Yep. She figured her desires were probably pretty obvious given the kind of books she ordered. This one was about a civilized mare getting claimed by a tribe of zebras and turned into a happy broodmare.

God, she couldn't wait to read it. Perhaps while laying on top of her magic wand, and cumming herself to sleep. Though first - her curiosity wouldn't allow her _not_to call the mysterious "Stud Service". Not like she had to commit to anything before hearing what they offered. She dialed the number and waited with bated breath.

"Welcome to Stud Service-" the voice on the other end of the line began.

"Hello, my name is Jolene-" the mare replied, only to be interrupted.

"-currently, lots of women are wanting to conceive, please hold." Oh. It's an answering machine. "There are... ten... callers ahead of you."

Ten? They must be making an absolute fortune. Is it mating season for some species right now...?

"While waiting, please answer a short questionnaire to prepare our operators for choosing the right sire for your children," the voice continued. "Please speak clearly when answering the questions. There are... nine... callers ahead of you."

Jolene swallowed. Was she really doing this? As much as she wanted to get pregnant, she'd always imagined it happening with someone she loved.

"Question one: Have you ever been pregnant before?"

"No," the mare replied. Not that it hadn't been close. She'd had a partner when she was a little younger, one who slipped his condom off and filled her while she was ovulating. She'd ended that relationship quickly, but now, she almost found herself wishing it'd taken.

"Question two: Are you fine with being inseminated and bred by someone who you will never meet again, meaning that you have to bear the burden of raising your children alone?"

Jolene paused for a few seconds. Her hand unwittingly dipped into the waistline of her panties, as if testing just how much the thought excited her. The answer came in the form of a throaty yes, please when her fingers brushed over her stiff, thrumming clit.

Was that really what she wanted, or just what her body wanted? There would be consequences, she knew that. Her perfectly flat stomach would be ruined, and it'd be a hell of a lot of work to get back in shape. Not to mention having to raise a foal all on her own. There was no denying that the fantasy left her very slippery down there, though.

"There are... two... callers ahead of you. Question three: Due to overwhelming demand, our manliest studs have waiting lists of several weeks. Would you accept being inseminated by one of our less popular employees, such as a pony, or a more effeminate male?"

"Yes," she replied, instantly and without hesitation. Just the idea of a smaller man seeding her fertile body threatened to make her orgasm right then and there. Not only because she was overwhelmingly attracted to men who weren't afraid to act feminine, but also as an act of defiance; willingly letting a "less desirable" man sire a foal in her. A big middle finger to all the cocky big draft horses and racing stallions. She knew how those who didn't quite fit in felt, intimately so. She'd always been just masculine enough, headstrong and career-oriented, to not quite fit in with other women. And while she wasn't quite as strong as a well-trained stallion, she was toned enough to threaten their fragile egos.

"We are now ready to take your call. Please hold!" the automated voice called out, only be replaced by a dial tone. After a few beeps, she was talking to a real person.

"Welcome to Stud Service, the single mother's choice!" the voice on the other end chirped. "My name is Summer, how may I help you?"

"Well, um," Jolene answered, suddenly feeling a lot less confident. She fiddled with the bottle of fertility drugs as she tried to muster a proper reply.

"Oh, don't be shy! Everyone calls us for the same reason. You, my dear, want to become a mother!" the overly cheery woman exclaimed. "The reasons don't matter. You want a man to squirt you full of his sexy cum, bare and unprotected just like nature intended and we can provide just that. What kind of man do you have in mind?"

It did sound like she was following a script. Then again, it was working. Jolene's clit was so stiff it was almost painful, and she quickly unbuttoned her jeans while continuing to talk. "Oh, uh, a more... feminine stallion? A pony? Do you have any in... stock?" she asked, still hesitating, giving them her address.

"Ooh, I love it when you ask for those cuties. Yep, we have a few! All with tested, very potent sperm that many of our customers have already enjoyed! Just one drop and you'll probably get knocked up - and our boys cum a lot!"

"Okay, so, um..." Jolene replied. She was already imagining it.

"So when are you free? Remember to pick a fertile day for best results! Oh, and how well hung would you like your stud?" the employee asked, cheerfully as ever.

"Oh, very well hung. I'm a... big mare," she replied. She paused, glancing at the fertility drugs. One day to take effect. So tomorrow could be a very, very fertile day. With her in full heat, primed for a stud to impregnate her. Plus, it was her day off. Jolene was trembling with excitement. God, am I really going to do this? She asked herself. She could still back out, even if she booked the meeting, after all. All it'd mean was some lost money, she rationalized. The mare knew she probably shouldn't let a stranger give her foals. But her womb demanded it, and it was that very feminine part of her that was doing most of the thinking. The more logical part of her mind was all too easily convinced by her promises to back out at the last second.

"Tomorrow?" she finally asked.

"Hm, let me check..." the voice said. Jolene heard some clicking. "Ooh, we have a cute femboy stallion ready tomorrow, in the evening. How does 6 PM sound?"

"That... sounds good," Jolene replied. Her voice was hoarse with desire.

"Alright! Let's get that all set up..." Click, click. "Okay! Do you have any cuffs or such? Several of our clients prefer being totally helpless, making sure that they don't have the option of backing out because of the nerves. So what I'd recommend is cuffing yourself to the bed. Just leave a key somewhere so our stud can free you once he's done. And leave the door unlocked."

"D-do I have to- what if..." Jolene stuttered. God, I'm a nervous mess.

"Nope, but it's highly recommended! We're very punctual. So if you do it just before your appointment, it's very safe. Anyway! Thank you for ordering your pregnancy with Stud Service! Have fun tomorrow! We'll send a bill once the job is done!" the woman said, and then hung up, leaving the mare in deafening silence.

Jolene could hear her heart thumping rapidly. She felt light-headed, and not only with arousal, but with a nervous kind of excitement. All she'd have to do to make all her dreams come true - well, all of the recent ones, at least - was lay on her back tomorrow, and spread her legs. She toyed with the idea of actually cuffing herself to the bed, of making sure that she wouldn't be able to back out. Her sex clenched at the idea, clearly in favor. Her more rational side wanted to leave an escape. Well, it's not like he'd force himself on me if I just said no, right?

Her attention was drawn back to the bottle of heat-inducers. If she took one, she'd be a sopping wet mess tomorrow, and for a week or so afterwards unless the stud's seed took root. And god knows how many foals she'd have. Twins? Even triplets? Those drugs tended to make for... more plentiful results, she'd heard as much from her friends. Certainly they'd guarantee that - her breath hitched - she'd become a mother, at least.

Jolene plucked one unassuming capsule out of the bottle and left it on the table. Well, if she was going to do this, she might as well enjoy it, she figured, mind all but made up despite her inner conflict. She was going to... if not quite destroy, at least interrupt her career. Her belly was going to swell, and so would her tits. Working out would become more difficult and then impossible, for a time.

She stood up, in front on a mirror, and disrobed, looking at herself. She wasn't exactly what she, herself, would call pretty. Nor very womanly. Oh, sure, she had _some_curves, but she a stocky build that was further enhanced by her well-toned muscles. She could probably pass for a small stallion if someone only caught a brief glimpse of her. That'd all change, though. Her hand rubbed circles around her lower belly. Somewhere inside there was her womb. And once a male seeded her, it'd succumb to his sperm just like any other woman's. She'd look undeniably more feminine. Womanly. Motherly. Jolene hefted her modest breasts with an idle hand, imagining how they'd look with darker nipples, swollen and more noticeable, ready to nurse her young.

Focus, Jolene. Is that really what you want?

She rolled the capsule between her fingers. She'd take it just to be sure, right? She was strong enough to resist any heat, surely. She'd never been one to let her instincts or emotions get in the way, at least not before. But taking it would open up the possibility of becoming a mother. Was it all just her trying desperately to rationalize her own irrationality? She placed the strangely seductive pill on her tongue, but finding her mouth dry with anxious arousal, quickly had to get a glass of water.

Again, Jolene hesitated, feeling her juices run hot and slippery down her thighs, down her legs. She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. Her free hand slipped down to rub her tingling clit - and the jolt of sensations made her instinctively swallow, with a loud gulp. She clumsily reached for her magic wand, barely able to breathe with fantasies of what kind of lusty, unwise pleasure she'd just condemned herself to, flicked the switch on it and pressed it against her clit.

Her apartment was well insulated. Her neighbors would've heard only the faintest whisper of her loud, needy cries of pleasure as she came over and over, squirming on the carpet she'd collapsed onto. Again and again, she came, her sex vainly clenching and milking thin air, heated wetness gushing against the wand. The carpet was soaked, her clit numb, and her muscles aced from those involuntary, ecstatic spasms. Her head felt like it was full of clouds, or perhaps cotton candy, and although there was the faintest hint of gnawing anxiety at just what she was setting herself up for, it didn't quite register in her dazed mind. What felt like a dozen orgasms would do that. Her thoughts were pleasantly still, the look in her eyes vacant as she laid there, sprawled out, surrounded by the overwhelming smell of her own arousal and a rather sizeable soaked patch of carpet.

The battery in her wand ran out. Her nerves had stopped responding to it a while ago, anyhow. It fell from her limp grasp and that was the first realization that actually did get through that blissful cloud she was floating on. She'd have to charge it. There was absolutely no way she'd get through the next day without it. Well, either that, or an ice bath. _Thank god I have no work tomorrow,_she sighed.

The other bag, the one with the thing she'd actually ordered, was there on the floor besides her. Jolene fumbled for it, clumsily, before managing to pull it to her.

Jolene, Jolene. What are you getting yourself into? Ah well, no better time to enjoy some light reading, she thought, moments before realizing that she'd have to charge the wand too. Maybe have a shower. No, definitely have a shower. She forced herself to first sit upright, and then stand, with a stuttering sigh as she forced her body to move the way she wanted it to. She'd never been good at waiting patiently. Should've booked the meeting for tonight instead. Maybe if she just came herself unconscious...

The next day, when Jolene woke up after a long night of erotic dreams, she was feeling no different. Not immediately, at least. Did the medicine not work? Ah, maybe it was for the better, she figured, as she hopped in the shower, wanting to be at least fresh and clean for her appointment later tonight.

Her head still felt rather empty. It'd be a while before the coffee kicked in. What was her appointment even-

Oh, right.

Suddenly, imagining herself with a swollen, flaring cock buried deep between her spread legs, inseminating her, impregnating her, sent a surge of pure arousal through her form. She quickly moved to turn the temperature down. It was too early for that. Too early to pay attention to how gnawingly empty her insides felt. How her puffy sex winked as those fantasies flitted through her mind, as if trying to milk a phantom lover of his seed. Good god. She'd been in heat before, she recognized this feeling, the single-minded and very physical urges that swept over her. Even without her heat, she'd been so obsessively aroused lately, and this... well, she quickly realized that if she stepped foot outside she'd pin down the first male she saw, ride him until he spilled his seed into her, and then move to the next, and the next, and-

The temperature finally dropped, drenching the mare with ice-cold water. God. Jolene contemplated staying in there until... when was it again? Six in the evening? Maybe not. But she'd certainly have to try her hardest to distract herself. Maybe by cooking something really complicated. She wasn't much of a cook, so it'd take her twice as long, anyway.

The afternoon came soon enough, though by the time the clock hit five in the evening, Jolene was a dripping mess again. Her juices were just a little thicker, a sure sign that she was at peak fertility or very close to it. Now she'd just have to decide on how to approach this. She had a bunch of cuffs in her toybox. Four pairs, in fact, each with a lock. They'd take quite a while to force her way out of, if the stud forgot to free her, but they'd not hold her forever.

The other worry was over someone else walking in, but she didn't really get a lot of visitors, and this late in the evening, even salesmen were unluckily to knock. It was still a foolish, risky game she was playing. What if some random horny man happened to walk in and decided to take advantage of her defenseless, very fertile state? And why did that idea turn her on so goddamn much?

Rhetorical question, Jolene. You're in heat. You'd like a feral stallion fuck you if one happened to gallop in. And you'd enjoy it.

She unlocked the door but didn't open it. For a moment, Jolene simply stood there. The moment someone stepped inside they'd smell her heat. That'd be rather mortifying if it was, for example, her mother coming in for a surprise visit. But more than likely, it'd end with her being well and thoroughly knocked up by whatever male happened to come by. Most likely, her mail-order stud. It was a thrilling thought, in her addled state. What if someone else happened to walk in as well, plunging his throbbing cock into her already seeded cunt...

No, no, no, not yet. Prepare first.

She moved over to the bed and sprawled out on it, heart thumping rapidly. Was she really in control of her actions, at this point, or was it merely her heated instincts doing all they could to ensure her fertilization? She didn't know, but it felt so wonderfully erotic, naughty, and thrilling that she couldn't resist it.

Jolene placed the key on the nightstand, just out of her reach once cuffed. Not so far that she couldn't reach it, given some time, but far enough that it couldn't be done quickly. She wrapped the first soft leather cuff around her ankle, and the other end around the bedpost, quickly snapping shut the shackles of the small padlocks on them. She could feel a little twinge in her lower belly each clack as the locks shut, wetness already pearling again at her puffy folds. As if her body was rewarding her. Mother nature patting her on the head for each step she took to ensure that she'd become a mother too.

She spread her legs wide, and then cuffed her other ankle as well. There. Now she'd have no option to deny anyone who wanted to use her. No option but to leave her sex bared, her wetness and the scent of her increasingly overwhelming heat on full display.

Jolene leaned over, trembling as placed the cuffs on her wrists and locked both of them. Clench. She stretched to lock one of them to the bed before flopping back down into her vulnerable position. The last one was tricky. It took her some tries and frustration to even get it around the bedpost, only having one hand free - and what felt like several minutes before the final lock finally snapped shut between her fingers.

She was panting. Anxious. Aroused beyond belief. She could still just tell the stud no. But she knew she wouldn't. There was no way her body would allow her to deny him, or even discourage him from pumping that blessing of maternity deep into her ready womb.

Then, her phone rang, and her heart skipped a beat. There was no way she could reach it, or even stretch enough to see who the caller was. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What if it was a cancellation? Had her lusts gotten her trapped? It wasn't that she _couldn't_free herself - she was strong enough that the cuffs would break _eventually_even if she wouldn't reach the key - but there was still that primal fear of being trapped. Of being utterly at the mercy of any passing male. A wonderfully arousing terror, but a fear nonetheless.

Her phone stopped ringing, and she slumped onto her back again. The anxiety did _nothing_to stop that tingling all over her body, nor to stop her juices from slowly drooling out along her taint and over her pucker, soaking into the bedsheets. There couldn't be much time left before she knew if they'd cancelled or not. Half an hour? Maybe fifteen minutes? Jolene cursed herself for not leaving at least her phone within reach.

The minutes ticked by. Never was the relativity of time as obvious as when strapped to a bed and in heat. Anxiety began to creep over her arousal. That pit in her stomach grew. How long would she wait to see if anyone came before struggling? What if the call wasn't about her appointment being cancelled, but delayed?

The door creaked open. Jolene held her breath and closed her eyes, suddenly feeling afraid, vulnerable in a way she hadn't in a very long time. Not just because she was physically tied down. There was a certain emotional vulnerability in just how bared all of her desires were.

"Ooh, expecting company, are we?" a soft voice asked.

Jolene opened her eyes again, half expecting to see her landlord, father, or someone equally awful to have walk in. But what she saw wasn't either; it was an adorable, small horse. A pony, slender and well-dressed with long, flowing hair. A one-shoulder top, and - as her eyes wandered down his form - a very tight pair of shorts, leaving his thighs and legs bared, while doing very little to hide away the obvious outline of a very masculine sheath.

As she watched, his nostrils flared. The air inside must've been thick with her pheromones, the raw scent of her need. The rather obvious bulge of his sheath seemed to swell against the already stretched fabric as a shudder went through his body.

"And... mh, in heat too. Such a lusty mare you are," he murmured, stepping closer. "In such a vulnerable position," he added, close enough now to trace his soft fingers along her leg. Jolene tried to reply, but the words caught in her throat, which suddenly felt very tight.

"Risky play, this. You laying here, tied down, with your door open? Anyone could just wander in and enjoy themselves," he continued, in that same, soft tone. Feminine, and amazingly comfortable in it. He leaned closer with practiced intimacy, until his mouth was right next to Jolene's ear. She could smell him, too. Something floral. Lilac? With an undertone of wonderful, clean, musk.

"You'd not be able to stop them from sinking into you. Or yourself from milking every last drop of cum they had to offer from them," he continued. Those fingers strayed towards her inner thigh. Jolene shivered, realizing that her fur there was probably damp and matted.

"And if you smell like this-" he inhaled again, closing his eyes for a moment. Jolene could see the subtlest of eyeshadow. The contrast was exquisite, between his slender but clearly male form and the way he moved and dressed. And that cock, the girth of it plainly visible even through his shorts as it continued to swell. He really was attracted to her. "-I don't think you'd want to. Even though it'd almost certainly leave you with an anonymous foal or two."

And then, abruptly, his warm, soft hand was cupping Jolene's heated mound possessively, thumb circling her stiff clit in a way that made her hips rock upwards involuntarily, along with forcing a gasping, stuttering moan out of the mare.

"Aren't you a good, wet girl? Don't worry, you'll be a mother soon enough," he grinned. "I hope you've made plans to take a break from work, because there won't be any going back once I seed you..." he continued, cooing as he leaned down to give one of Jolene's tingling nipples a feathery little lick. And then another, swirling his tongue around the bumpy areola and then flicking over the teat itself. "I'm pretty potent. It only took one try with every other mare I've studded. Some of them didn't know if they really wanted it at first..."

"But every one of them realized that they did once their bellies began to swell. You will too, so relax, Jolene," he giggled, and then climbed onto the bed with the mare, pulling his shirt over his head as he did to let her get a good look at his toned - but yet, soft-looking - body.

"H-how many have you..." Jolene stuttered. She was usually very confident. In this situation, she felt like a nervous filly. But the arousal was back, tenfold. She wanted everything the stud had to offer, consequences be damned.

"Mmh, it's hard to keep track. A dozen, maybe? All just as eager as you," he smiled. "It's pretty common, a lot of ladies dream of being knocked up. For some, they want it to be a stranger..."

Her unnamed suitor hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and tugged down slightly, kneeling between her spread legs. "For others, it's that their husbands can't, for whatever reason. And for you, you eager little thing..."

He pulled his shorts down and his cock sprung free. God, was he big. Like a proper stallion. His shaft was mottled, precum already oozing out in clingy little strings. That thing, Jolene realized, could fulfil all of her fantasies. It'd already inseminated so many other women. Sired so many foals. And it'd do it for her, too. All she'd have to do was to let it. Her throat felt parched, as if her sex was using up every last drop of moisture in her body.

"You just want to feel how it's like to surrender, don't you? To let go of all that pesky dominance and embrace just being a happy, womanly broodmare?" he glanced down at her soaked crotch. "With how you're winking at me, you definitely do. Well, let's make sure we don't spill anything..."

He reached for a couple of Jolene's pillows and lifted her, just enough to slip one, and then another under her rump, leaving her bare sex at an angle. One that'd make sure most of his cum pooled against her cervix, slowly seeping deeper into her.

Jolene bit her lip, but failed to prevent herself from moaning out loud when the effeminate stud rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against her clit, and then up and down her slit, her wetness obligingly coating that breeding rod, preparing it for doing its duty as easily as possible. I'm going to get knocked up. I'm going to- another moan erupted from her as the pony tilted his hips just enough to threaten to spread her open, the almost flared head of his cock pressing right against her sodden opening.

There was nothing she could do to fight it. And her body didn't want to. With how drenched she was with her heated honey, that moment of agonizing anticipation soon passed with a quiet, wet squelch as the head popped into her. Oh, it was like a triumphant symphony of pleasure going off at the base of her skull and in the lower parts of her firm, flat stomach.

"There you go. I'm inside you, unprotected. Doesn't that feel like your natural place?" the stud murmured. With how experienced he was, he had the discipline to draw it out. "On your back, legs eagerly spread-" he sunk in another inch, and Jolene quaked and quivered around that masterful shaft, drawing a pleasured groan from the effeminate horse in return. "-getting bred over and over again, your cute little pussy drinking every drop of foal-making sperm your partner wants to feed it."

Jolene squirmed, squeezing and clenching around that hot, intruding length on pure instinct. Already, her sex was trying to massage, to milk out the cum that those heavy balls had to offer. When she felt the bloated orbs, full of their virile cargo, finally come to rest against her ass, the reality of the situation finally began to sank in. if she didn't protest, he was actually going to do it, he was going to breed her. It felt almost surreal to be in this situation, one she'd dreamed of so many times.

In response, her hips wrenched upwards, as if to offer more of herself to her stud. To get him even deeper. There was a dull ache somewhere inside of her as his leaking tip pressed right against the gates to her womb. Gently, but with a kind of primal, urgent certainty. She felt the shaft buck inside her.

"Mm. All the way inside your cute, fertile pussy now," the stud continued. He leaned down to kiss along Jolene's breasts, each touch of his lips and tongue sending tingles throughout her body, each one converging on that stretched slit between her legs. "You're going to be such a cute mommy, with a pair of foals nursing on you," he cooed. "So let's get you there, hm?"

He pulled out, slowly. Jolene's lips clung to his shaft as if begging for it not to leave her. He withdrew until just the slowly flaring head was left inside her, and the mare shivered. She knew he wasn't actually going to leave before he'd pumped her full, but she felt so empty all of a sudden. She needed more.

"G-god, please! Breed me! Make me a mother," she cried.

With a cocky grin and a high-pitched, effeminate moan, the stud complied. With one thrust of his hips, he was hilted inside her heated embrace again. Jolene's eyes rolled back in bliss, to the tune of joyful whinnies and moans. He began to rut her in earnest. Deep, squelching thrusts that sent his wonderful, throbbing stallionhood deep into Jolene's quivering, fertile body. Beyond just the physical sensations of it, her head was swimming. Soon she'd be one of those pregnant mares she'd been so incredibly jealous of the last few months. With bigger tits to catch all the males' attentions, and an equally big, cute belly. The thought had her on the brink of orgasm in no time, panting and snorting and whinnying like a feral, her usual self-composure utterly eradicated by the growing tension, by each surge of intense, primitive pleasure that rewarded her for letting it happen.

His musk burned through her nostrils. It was a dominant kind of scent that only grew stronger as he worked up a sweat, mingling with whatever perfume he was using, and her own scent of need, a beautiful melange of pure carnal lust.

"Rrrh. Go on and cum for me, you adorable broodmare, let it happen" the stud rumbled. He had a look of intense concentration on his face, as if he was trying to resist letting Jolene's squeezing and clenching pull him into orgasm before he'd worked up a big enough load of seed. "It'll -nnh- help you conceive. Make sure that cute little cervix of yours is ready to drink up," he continued, thrusting faster and faster enough, soon hard enough to make even Jolene's modest breasts bounce with each thumping, rutting buck of his hips. "Show me just how badly you want to get bred!"

Jolene did. Or rather, her body did, for her. With a wailing neigh somewhere between human and horse, she came, thrashing against the cuffs, back arching as that tension all suddenly sprung, as the stud's cock fucked her right into her orgasm. White-hot pleasure shot through her in impossibly intense convulsions, and she milked at his cock. Oh god, did she milk. With each delicious surge of pleasure, her sex clenched around the stud's massive shaft. Wordlessly - but for her incoherent moans of happiness - begging for it to erupt inside her, to seed her.

"Mmnh, such a good girl you are," the stud beamed. "Begging for a total stranger to cum inside you. D-don't worry, I'm- very close. Let's... make your belly swell!"

He sped up. He was flaring inside Jolene's quaking, utterly drenched sex, that wonderful part of anatomy pressing into every secret pleasure-spot inside her each time his beautiful cock sunk in. The bed creaked beneath the two, and the mare realized that she was moaning, loudly. But none of that really mattered. The only thing that that did, in that hazy post-orgasmic bliss, was that breeding rod pistoning into her, feverishly now, swelling just a little more as the stud's heavy sack tightened, prepared to pump its virile cargo into her.

"H-here we go, here comes your- nnh- foal," he moaned. She could feel his shaft lurch, buck, and tense up inside her, hard as a steel rod.

Time seemed to slow down as he hilted himself inside Jolene's receptive body, as deep as he could possibly go, and then grinded against her slit, his short and smooth fur tickling her clit. There was nothing between that dangerous, life-changing seed already surging up his shaft and her vulnerable womb. Too late to change your mind now. You're going to be a mother. Just enjoy it.

She felt one heavy throb. Then, several in rhythmic pulsations. A kind of wet, soothing warmth somewhere deep inside her, one that felt like balm to her heat-struck body. With each twitch of the stud's cock, she felt warmer and wetter. Jolene gasped for breath. She felt so utterly, divinely feminine for that brief moment, imagining each thick rope of cum splashing against her cervix, clinging to it, slowly seeping deeper into her fertile core.

Jolene came again, her body joyfully responding to being seeded. Her muscles barely had any strength left, but still, she shivered with a quiet whimper, body trembling as her silken inner walls clamped down around the effeminate stallion's cock, almost thankfully, matching his rhythm. Each wet, loving squeeze sucking his potent mess deeper into her. Deeper, where she imagined several eggs to be waiting.

Finally, her stud slumped down on top of her, their groins a matted mess of mixed fluids. Both were panting. Neither could quite formulate any coherent thoughts, much less words, as they wallowed in that fuzzy kind of bliss, one known only to potent stallions and their receptive mares. Jolene, in particular, felt as if she was floating, still. Her heat had immediately ebbed - if only a little - and it felt like a high, a hazy drunken sensation that left her wanting to only lay still, with her hips propped up, letting the stud's sperm do its work. None of it was a conscious action, and that utter surrender to her instincts only made it feel better.

But finally, the male pulled out, once his flare had shrunk back, making sure he wasn't going to scoop any of his precious seed out of her. Some still oozed out, but slowly, the majority pooling deep inside her as intended.

"Mmh, there you go," he smiled, warmly, admiring his handiwork. "Have fun being a single mother," he added with a half-dazed giggle.

He gave Jolene's rump a quick pat, cleaned up, and got dressed, all the while she only laid there, barely aware of time passing at all. And then, he was gone, the mare never even having learned his name. Still, no cause for alarm. She didn't mind, not with how very satisfied she was feeling. Maybe that'd change when she woke up nauseous, or when she'd begin to struggle to move around very much in half a year or so.

But for now, there was only a sense of maternal fulfilment. And then, suddenly, she was startled out of her reverie by the sound of the door creaking open again. Another horse stepped inside, this one a little bigger than the previous, but dressed in a skirt, and just as adorable with soft yet masculine features.

"Sorry for being late, there was a traffic- oh," the pony said, looking at Jolene's sweaty body, eyes quickly focusing on his well-seeded snatch, cum oozing out despite her elevated position. "Looks like someone got started without me! That's... pretty hot. Lucky you I'm bisexual!" he giggled, quickly shedding his clothes to reveal a quickly swelling shaft. Just as big as the previous one.

If this was the stud she'd actually ordered, who was the previous one? A stalker? Some random stranger? Someone from the company who'd heard she wanted a stud but didn't get selected? She'd just allowed some unknown - if rather sexy - man to breed her. His little swimmers were probably swarming her eggs even as the next one got in line to make sure none of them escaped their fertile fate. She felt so incredibly slutty, almost ashamed - if it wasn't for the burning excitement, and a kind of perverse pride, over both of their cocks being so eager just for her. They both clearly felt she was sexy enough to inseminate.

That's it, Jolene. Just keep your legs spread and let him pump you full too. It's not like you'll know who the father is anyway.

The second pony got on his knees and sunk into her cum-soaked femininity without any kind of hesitation, immediately moving to nibble at her neck with his blunt teeth. Each thrust both packed the previous mess deeper against her yielding cervix, along with pulling much of it out with wet, deliciously erotic squelches.

It was an addictive feeling, and Jolene wanted more. Being so desired, her body finally being put to its proper use. Maybe she'd return to her career one day. But right at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have more cum pumped into her. Until she was so heavy with foals that she could barely walk.

Right at that moment, and doubly so when she felt those now-familiar rhythmic throbs of an orgasming male inside her, followed by fresh thick, warm spurts of sticky wetness inside her, Jolene was nothing but a happy, well-bred broodmare. And she loved every second of it.