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My name is Caine Jensen, a 27 year old Intersex Palomino Horse, 7'4", 410 pounds of buff, cuntboy Horse. With Golden Blond fur and an Almond mane and tail. Sapphire Blue eyes too. I inherited $475 Million from my beloved, namesake Paternal Grandfather. My parents were cold and uncaring towards me. But not Grandpa Caine, he loved his very different grand foal. And he gave me the love and support I needed.

I was wrecked when he died, I was 21 and pregnant with his first Great Grand Foal which he was happily awaiting. And he died suddenly of a massive heart attack. I was devastated but too busy setting up my Upscale Bakery to fall apart and 6 months pregnant too. My foal's sire was really a great comfort to me at that time. For an occasionally arrogant, egotistical Stallion, Brad could surprise you and be amazing at times, God only knows I would not have gotten through that time of my life without my Belgian Stallion.

My Bakery has taken off and is very successful thanks to the great animals who work for me as well as my pastries too. My employees are all Equines and they are good workers too. My youngest employee, a Siberian Donkey male wanted me to train him as a Baker, so I did, and he's turned out to be a great one. Probably better than me even. Ivan Petrov is invaluable to me now. And very highly paid. As are most of my employees.

My adult life has been inexplicably intertwined with a big Belgian Stallion's named Brad Majors. 7'8", 480 pounds of rock hard muscle Horse. Deep Chestnut fur with a Flaxen tail and mane and Azure Blue eyes. He attracts both males and females and is very good in bed. As well as very fertile. He has knocked up more than just me in his earlier College years, 3 Mares and at least 1 other Intersex Horse, but they either had them in secret or 'got rid' of them so we never met them. Although there has been a Frisian male who came into my Bakery with a Belgian foal that looks just like Brad and Brad Jr. He denies knowing Brad Majors at all.

Brad could be almost intolerably grating on the nerves at times, unless his muzzle was shut or wedged between your legs, Brad was a world class pussy eater. I was frequently left weak kneed and barely able to come down from the orgasmic high he'd given me. I would reward Brad by leaving his big Horse balls empty and him blissfully post orgasmic, I mean it was only fair, after all. He was a serious Belgian Horse stud, so I didn't complain that he had a very high opinion of himself. As he'd earned it in bed at least.

And I've always known and not minded that I wasn't the only Stallion or Mare that was enjoying the benefits of his skills. I also knew that he preferred fucking his fellow Equines. I think I have loved him for far longer than even I can know. I never wanted to corral him, so I simply didn't mind him frequently pleasuring others, since he pleasured me a lot all I wanted him to.

I first met Brad in a darkened bedroom at a Frat party in College. He was drunkenly fingering my soaking wet cunt and pulled my shorts off. Sniffing my in season cunt, he quickly stuck his muzzle between my legs. And licked, slurped up my cunt juices, and nuzzled my cunt while lipping my clit for an hour as I came on his muzzle until I just couldn't cum anymore. Busily lapping up my cunt juices he pulled out his huge, thick flared 26" Brown and Black mottled Horse cock. I whimpered that my season had started yesterday and he rolled a Stallion brand Equine condom down over his cock safely rubbering up. I relaxed and spread my legs as he poked my cunt lips with his huge flare. I took a deep breath and tried not to clench down as his fat Horse cock permanently spreads my pussy walls wide open. I bite my hand as his flare not only busts but totally obliterates my cherry and it hurts like a motherfucker. I nicker hotly as it slips up me and thumps my cervix. Brad is thrusting aggressively in me. I can't stop cumming on his pistoning Horse prick as it keeps stroking at my 'G' spot. He's kissing me and stroking my hard nipples on my hard muscled pecs, and I whinny and cum on him squirting my heated cunt juices all over his big dick and balls.

We're both whinnying and nickering loudly. "AWW, fuck yeah" he growls as I squeeze his cock as my cunt spasms on his rigid cock. His tail begins to flag and his balls pull up and his flare spreads out and seals my cervix. He grips my shoulder with his teeth and loudly whinnies as he bucks on top of me. I moan and feel his liquid heat filling my womb too out of it in orgasm to realize he just came inside my vulnerable in heat cunt. Damned unreliable rubber broke, they do that a lot I think to myself. Brad pants in bliss and dozes off a bit. I soon doze underneath him. He feels good on top of me as I sleep.

The daylight coming in a window wakes us both up and Brad pulls out and groans seeing the broken rubber and the cum oozing out of my cunt. He looks carefully at my face and laughs, sounding surprised, "You're a Stallion pussy boy." he chuckles rubbing my belly. I see the cum drooling out of my pussy and calmly realize he has knocked me up. Brad and I exchange contact info and dress and leave. I go and spend a full day Baking for my business, and don't even think of getting bred last night, until I get home and puke into the toilet as Brad's foal implants in my womb.

He'll come by and fuck me 'sideways' about twice a week, coming down to the Bakery if I'm there. I've fucked him there too although I know he fucked Carol, a Zebra counter girl in our bathroom as I could hear his recognizable orgasmic whinny coming from there as well as Carol's orgasmic chortle. Plus afterwards, she waited on customers with Brad's copious Horse cum draining out of her spread cunt, not that I haven't done that myself and it makes me whicker. Brad tells me all about his 'striped piece of pussy' later. Knowing by now that I won't be upset.

About then I lose Papa Caine and Brad spends a long time comforting me. He liked Grandpa too and tells me Grandpa wanted him to marry me. I told Brad he knocked me up and he looks oddly as if waiting for me to demand he marry me. I just ask Brad to let me give our foal his last name.

Brad still comes by and fucks me twice a week though I know he fucks others frequently, both guys and girls too. One Clydesdale Mare corners him at my Bakery and demands he 'has' to marry her since he fucked her. My staff and I openly laugh at her, and she leaves in a huff. Brad tells me she isn't even pregnant just tried to get him to marry her after they'd fucked.

Brad is there with me as Brad Jr is born and is proud of both of us. Bradley Arthur Majors Jr. is a big, beautiful, Belgian foal looking just like Brad with my Sapphire Blue eyes. Brad really loves his son a lot.

I inherited $475 Million when Papa Caine died as well as his big home and his English Red Fox Butler, Edward Featherstone, who brings his Cousin, Freddy Featherstone here from England to be my foal's Nanny.

When Brad Jr is 3 years old, Brad just seems to disappear. I am busy at the Bakery but he hasn't been by either my house or the Bakery for over a month. None of his friends know where he is, and his job says he hasn't worked there for 6 months.

I do a computer search of courthouse records and find a marriage license issued 4 months ago for Brad Majors and a Mary Anne Watson. I can't believe he'd get married without inviting me or just letting me know, and I know he wouldn't have abandoned his much beloved son, Brad Jr. But I can't find any address or whereabouts for either one of them.

On Brad Jr's 4th birthday I get really worried as he gets a crumpled Birthday card in the mail with no return address. Scrawled inside in a shaky, rushed hand writing is 'Happy Birthday Son, Daddy loves and misses you' Brad Sr. I look at the card and I cry hard, something definitely is wrong here. I throw myself into trying to find him.

My frequent entreaties to the police to find him pay off in 18 months as I get a call at the Bakery that leads me to run off to the University Hospital, the Police want me to identify someone they think might be Brad Majors. But don't tell me if he's alive or dead, so I race there in my Mercedes EQS 580.

I run into the ICU room and sigh in relief as I see that it is Brad. But he's badly bruised and beaten up both legs and hooves in casts. The cops show me pictures taken when he was first brought in and he was a mess, healing cuts on his big testicles where she tried to cut them off with scissors and all. His flare was scarred too with butchers knife marks, and the Clydesdale cop was shuddering when he showed me those pictures. And the story he tells of how they found him and in how bad of a condition he was in both breaks my heart and infuriates me. Brad had been tortured sexually by his wife and brother in law.

The police tell me their neighbors complained at the noise and obvious sounds of someone being beaten and they though the wife was getting beaten. But the wife and her brother were taking turns holding Brad down and torturing him. He had been beaten unconscious when the cops came and his wife and brother in law were arrested at he scene.

I stand and watch Brad's pained, labored breathing and weep. I realize that I have loved this big Belgian since the day we met and I'll do anything for him or our son. I hold his hand and my tears fall on it and he looks up at me and squeezes my hand and tells me he loves me and begs me not to ever leave him. I hold his hand against my tear soaked cheek and swear I won't leave my Brad or let anyone else hurt him. I lean down and kiss him and he closes his eyes and drifts off to a more relaxed sleep.

I sit for hours holding Brad's hand as he sleeps peacefully, wondering f I'll ever know how bad the Hell that was his life was and am determined to make it up to him. Maybe if I could have found him sooner? And I wonder just what kind of sick ticket, man hater she must have been and how she roped him in.

But I can't dwell on that, looking at how badly he was injured let alone the mental scars he'll bear from his abuse, it will take him years to get him over. I pray, for him, and for the strength to cope and be what I'll need to be for all of this going forward, And realize I can only take this one hoofstep at a time. Brad stirs a bit and I gently stroke his cheek and he sighs and goes back to sleep.

I stay with Brad holding his hand until it's time for me to go to the Bakery. When Ivan comes in I work silently beside him for a while and he quietly puts a hand on my shoulder to support me and I break down and tell him everything. He nuzzles me and we talk for a while and I feel better but am surprised how did this kid get so sharp at 22? When the baking is done for the day Ivan encourages me to go to the hospital and visit Brad, and I do stopping first at home to see Brad Jr for a bit first, I have to remember to ask the Doctors when I can bring his son into see Brad.

I go see Brad but after his dinner I fall sound asleep in the chair. When I wake he softly chides me for going to the bakery after staying with him most of the night. He kisses me and tells me he's glad I was here though. He asks me to leave at 10:30 PM and I do and sleep deeply.

I go to the Bakery and work as usual and when my staff comes I tell them I am cutting down the time I am going to be here while Brad is recovering. Ivan has already agreed to take over baking if he can call me if needed. I remember to ask the Doctor when I van bring Brad Jr to see his Dad and they tell me this weekend will be good. I am concerned about how he'll handle his Dad's injuries but Edward and Freddy have already talked to Jr about what happened to his Dad.

Saturday, I take Brad Jr to see his Dad and Brad is so happy to see his son he weeps. Jr is so happy to see his Dad after so long he's happy too. And Brad really perks up. Sunday, Brad complains about being horny, so I deep throat is big Horse cock and get him off. I am surprised at the feel of the scars on his flare, but he says he doesn't feel them and he cums loudly whinnying as he empties his nuts down my throat. He pulls me to him and licks his cum out of my muzzle. He seems happier now,

It soon becomes almost a routine, most of the day with Brad in the hospital, a few hours a day three or four times week at the Bakery, and evenings with Brad and weekend bringing Brad Jr.

My lawyer handles Brad's divorce remotely without hassles as she's in prison. And when that's taken care of the Hospital Chaplain marries Brad and I in his room. I suck Brad off 2 or 3 times a week.

Until the day 6 months after I got him back I get to take my Belgian Stallion home. He has been seeing a therapist and we've talked about the horrors he endured. Brad tells me if he mentioned me or especially his son, she'd rage and her and her brother would beat him. But he's mostly recovered and bits of the 'old' Brad's ego pop out at times. He brags to his nurses as we're leaving that we'll be back at the hospital in 9 or so months when I drop his next foal and they laugh ad I blush. We get home and spend time with Brad Jr til his bedtime and then we go to bed. Brad spreads my legs and nuzzles and licks out my pussy like he used to and damn, he's still got it quickly leaving me a panting, weak kneed mess, He gets on top of me and fucks my squelching cunt hard and fast thumping my cervix with his flare frequently. Oddly though he finger fucks me first and his big finger goes up into my uterus and rubs gently. I get my answer as after my next orgasm I feel an egg drop into my womb. How did he do that? Made me ovulate out of season. Brad just gives me a wicked grin and fucks me harder. I am too far gone lost in orgasms on his fat flare and barely notice as his tail flags and his teeth grip my shoulder as Brad breeds me again.

Brad is grinning down at me and sighs deeply. "It's so Goddamned good to be home with you again, Caine, I think we've always loved each other." he says gently. "No one has been better or more devoted to me than my little Palomino has" Brad says wrapping himself around me. Rubbing my belly as we drift off to a post orgasmic sleep."Grow well, my new foal, may you be as good of a foal as your older brother" he murrs and he's out.

I wake with Brad wrapped around me and it feels good. He kisses me awake and fucks my pussy from behind until we both cum whinnying loudly. I have to get up and run to the bathroom and puke as Brad's 2nd foal implants into me.

Life goes on happily now. I do go back to the Bakery and Brad does go back to work soon. My belly gets huge without our 2nd son. And he too is a gorgeous foal, but he's got the bigger Belgian body but he has my coloration and Brad's eyes.

We'll have 2 more foals, both Belgians and big and gorgeous. I end up getting spayed after #4, and we fuck more often now.

Brad is a great husband and Daddy to our foals. About once or twice a year Brad will sleep with someone else, a guy or a girl but always comes right home and tells me all about it. And reminds me his heart stays here with me and our sons always.