{"sf1_id":1973579,"sf2_id":"ve37zdeB","title":"-ZOO- Off To the Races - EPILOGUE -","author":"Cederwyn Whitefurr","words":2107,"posted_at":"2023-04-06T07:05:05.000Z","tags":["Birth","Breeding","Chapter","Equine","Fantasy","Fear","Female","Feral","Fiction","Filly","Final","Grey","Heterosexual","Horse","Human","M/F","Mare","Mating","Messy","Orgasm","Pain","Plot Development","Semi Consensual","Sentient feral","Stallion","Story","Story Progression","Story Series","epilogue","new life","plot","semen","terror"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1973579-zoo-off-to-the-races-epilogue","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve37zdeB","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a8/85/a8858728-857c-4646-bb98-7a30f7a39eb9","description":"Parfait is bred - to the -one- stallion she'd never, ever, have dreamed of...","content":"Off To the Races\n\nEpilogue\n\n© Cederwyn Whitefurr\n\n6th April, 2023, - REVISED AND EXPANDED -\n\nAll Rights Reserved.\n\nTwo years have passed me by, I'm an adult now... and...\n\n_My mental thoughts break, as I feel the new life within me tumble then kick painfully. Soon little one, soon..._\n\n_\\*_\n\n_Damn that Grey anyway..._\n\n_\\*_\n\nMy master told me I could have the pick of the stallions, I'd be a fine brood mare, my offspring would be champions – maybe even _Grand Champion_...\n\n_I wish now I'd made another choice..._\n\n_\\*_\n\nHe was seven, already standing at stud, Master asked me one night, who I wanted to be the sire of my firstborn... I had no idea what he meant, now...I _do_ now...\n\n_I guess that Grey got his revenge for my prank after all..._\n\n_\\*_\n\nI was in heat – urgh – the urges drove me mad, one moment I'd be calm and happy, a moment later, my hormones raging like fire within me, my mood swinging like a pendulum between wanting to hide in my stable and cry my heart out – the next I'd bare my teeth and kick _anyone_ who come within range of me...\n\n“Parfait, honey – easy...\" My master told me, holding my lunge line at full extension.\n\n“Master,\" I wept, tears coursing down my cheeks. “I'm so scared...\"\n\nHe walked over towards me, slowly, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I ground my teeth, lips curling back, ears flat – I couldn't help it – I've _never_ kicked my master...\n\n_Right now – I'd have happily pounded him into a blanket..._\n\n_NO_! I scream silently, forcing such horrific thoughts out of my mind. _He loves me, cherishes me, would never, ever, hurt me..._\n\nHe pauses – outside striking range, seeing or sensing, my fragility, my terrible mental state I'm in.\n\n“Stand easy - “ He commands me, his voice calm, but the _tone_ slashing me like a riding crop.\n\nI obey, dropping my head, then tears flowing again, my mood swinging to the opposite spectrum, wanting him to hold me, to take me home...\n\n_I want to go home..._\n\n“Easy Parfait,\" He speaks quietly, gently stroking my forehead. “It's alright honey – I promise – it'll all be alright...\"\n\nI let him lead me into a round yard, I'm tied with a short lead to the large, well chewed on post in the centre.\n\n_Urgh, please, just stop –_ I try to force myself to focus, to block out the urges, the ache – the unbearable feral _instinct_ that brought me here...\n\nI'm to be covered, my master told me...\n\nI was confused, scared, downright terrified – I still am... I have terrible fears of stallions now – what my master did – all those years ago with his hand and... A stallion is apparently worse – _a lot worse_...\n\nMy ears slap down, my nostrils flare and my lips curl back, I want to bite, to fight, to squeal and kick and...\n\n“Stand!\" My master commands.\n\nI stop acting like the spoilt filly I am – his order slashing across my mind. My tail, my beautiful tail! It's bound tight is some strange tape, then I tremble, feeling my master slipping some sort of loop around one hind hoof – then the other, bringing them up to the back of my front shoulders and clipping them to a tight girth-like strap.\n\nI look at him, beseechingly, imploringly, begging for permission to speak, but his hand on my neck stops me. Instinctively, I try to kick out with a hind leg – only to feel it move a few inches, nearly pulled off my hooves!\n\n_Master – what have you done_? I want to scream in fright.\n\n“Easy girl, it'll be all over soon and...\"\n\nI squeal, snap my teeth and then without warning – I urinate in a strong, powerful stream – my taped tail held up and back – I hear _someone_ behind me – my urge to lash out strikes hard – yet again, my hoof barely moves.\n\n“It'll be a few moments...\" Comes a strangers voice behind me. “We'll see if she's ovulating yet.\"\n\nMy master holds my head, his hand tightly gripping my lunge rope, my eyes locked on his – going wide, fear surging again through me.\n\n“Easy Parfait...\"\n\n_I wish I had my masters confidence – truly I do..._\n\n_\\*_\n\n_I smell him.._\n\n_HIM..._\n\n_The Grey..._\n\n_\\*_\n\nHe's brought out, marched around the outside of the yards – I can't help it, I feel both pleasure and hatred in equal amounts. He's my nemesis – my rival – I _hate_ him – yet I can not... look away... He struts like a true Grand Champion...\n\n_That title should have been mine_! My mind screams at me. _I was one race away, I could have won the Champion's Cup and..._\n\nHe's led towards me, I squeal and try to strike out with a hoof, stamping at the ground. He merely snorts, looking at me like I'm some commoner! Some paint or quarter horse!\n\n_It's almost too much to bear!_\n\nHe's led behind me, I hear him back there, nostrils flaring and his hot breath on my rump.\n\n“She's ready - “ Comes that strangers voice. “Expect ovulation in a day or two – might take a few covers – then again - “\n\n_A FEW covers? I want nothing more than to kick this Grey's chest in! My anger...suddenly, I feel the opposing emotion, tears sluice down my muzzle as my labia betrays me and winks and glistens, my vagina quivering in expectation – urge to breed rises like a fire deep within me – I NEED HIM NOW..._\n\nI gasp, feeling his weight on my rump, then that pain as he moves forwards – thrusting what feels like a flag pole against my rump!\n\n_Master, please, please take me home – I'm so scared and...URK!_\n\nHe's guided into position, then without any fanfare or foreplay – he thrusts himself forwards. I'm pushed forwards by his cruel thrust, feeling my pristine labia stretched beyond anything I've ever felt! He pushes hard, biting down savagely on my neck, up near my mane, his powerful hips thrusting...\n\nSix inches – ten – I feel _something_ push past my aching, hurting labial folds – oh gods, has he...has he...\n\nYet _more_ suddenly thrusts forwards and I feel his scrotum slap against me. I want to scream, to plead, to _promise_ to do anything – anything – to get this out of me – to get HIM off of me...\n\nHe bites down harder – I swear, he'll pull my mane out by the roots! Hips piston forwards and backwards, my body in pain I've never experienced – yet then there's...that moment – pain washes away – pleasure builds and grows – flares like a firework inside of me...\n\nI feel my straining vaginal walls do what nature demands they do – they convulse, push down, strain and quiver, my labia winking – clitoris pressed up into the underside of that thick, powerful, vein filled length that does things my master never could...\n\nA dozen thrusts – more? I can't tell – my body reacts – mare to stallion – maregasm after maregasm, before he grunts and suddenly, inexplicably – there's a gush...\n\n_A flood_...\n\nHot, sticky semen explodes deep inside me, my cervix dilating to accept his seed within it – I feel his penis flare inside of me – straining already tortured muscles...\n\n“Good boy - “ I hear the strangers voice. “Nice cover...\"\n\n_What about me?_ I want to scream, but my voice is robbed from me, all I can do is stand and endure...\n\nIt feels like I'll burst – his seed is not just hot – its almost _molten_ inside of me – sensations, feelings, emotions – all semblance of my intelligence is\u0026nbsp;torn away – ripped to shreds and tatters within my mind...\n\nWithout warning, he backs up, then dismounts. I feel sick to my very hooves – instinctively, I squat as best I can, what feels like my water trough worth of my own secretions and his hot, sticky semen squirt as my contractions grip me helplessly...it splatters my rump, my thighs – my hooves...\n\nMy masters crying – I don't know if he's happy – or sad...\n\nI cry too...\n\n\\*\n\nIt's been nearly eleven months since I was put to the Grey, I admit, I was scared, beyond scared! I'd never been bred before – well...\n\n_I feel the blush creep up from nose to my ears._\n\nI mean, to a stallion! That Grey? He's a wonderful competitor – a _terrible_ one to get _covered_ by... Who do they even call it...\n\n_Urgh, I know little one, please – settle?_\n\nI lay down, my heavily swollen belly feeling like it'll surely burst! My foal within me, tosses, turns and kicks me six different ways in as many minutes. What sadist thought breeding us was a great idea? It's not what _I_ call a pleasure...\n\nMy master is proud, he keeps telling me so, saying how big I'm getting, how my foal will be a champion racer, just like I was, a big, strapping stallion that'll carry my champion ancestors lineage forwards...\n\n_Urgh, please little one? Settle?_\n\nHe tells me its a colt, he believes it, how I wish I could tell him the truth, its not a colt – I know, how do I know? I don't know – I just do. It's a little filly, just like I was – and the way she kicks? She'll be a greater racer than I ever was...\n\n_I feel increasing discomfort, I lay back down, my filly within me kicks and tumbles – the first painful contractions are starting..._\n\n“_MASTER_!\" I squeal, scared and hurting, twisting my head to bite at my belly, the strident warbling of the foaling alarm shrieking, adding to my own anguished cries.\n\nI hear running footsteps, they rush to my stable, then make me stand – urgh – I don't want to stand! More pain grips me, I feel the filly within turn one more time – my muscles contracting and making me want to scream...\n\n“Good, good girl, that's it!\" Our vet walks behind me, holding aside my strapped tail.\n\n_Urgh, little one...please!_\n\n“Good girl, alright, come on, push...that's it..._push now!_\"\n\nI want to push alright – push this damn vet through the stall wall – contractions are coming faster and faster, then there's the sickening splash that gushes from within me, scaring me worse than I've ever been scared before...what was _that_?\n\n“Embryonic sack has ruptured, I can see the hooves, alright Parfait, you're doing great honey!\"\n\n_Great?_\n\nI feel like my filly will tear me in half, the contractions mixing with the actual...urgh – the birthing? Nobody explained _any_ of this to me!\n\n_How...wait..._\n\n“Come on Parfait, you're doing great darling!\" My master smiles, stroking my sweat slick forehead as I cry out and strain.\n\n“Almost there Parfait – one good, long...push honey – give it all you got!\"\n\nI scream – I can't help myself – with a tremendous exertion, I feel my foal's shoulders slip out, then the rest...it just comes in a sickening slurp and falls to the sawdust behind me.\n\n“Is it...\" Master asks, looking past me.\n\nQuickly, the vet grabs handfuls of straw and starts rubbing my little filly, who lays still for a moment – then when the vet picks her up by her hind hooves, my baby girl cries and a gush of embryonic fluids and blood is forced from her lungs and throat. Placing the foal back down, the vet continues rubbing and stroking her with straw – I assume – to stimulate her blood flow.\n\nTears sliding down my muzzle, my master pulls my head close against his chest and praises me beyond anything he'd ever done when I raced... I hear it...\n\n_It...her... my baby filly..._\n\n_She is placed before me, weak, trembling, all legs wobbling and a confused, bewildered look on her face._\n\nInstinct takes me, I start nuzzling and licking my beloved filly – my whole attention is on her – the pain from the birth, the months of gestation within me, all of it is forgotten – as I feel my primal ancestral instincts drive me to nurse my newborn, to bond with her, and her with me...\n\nI gaze down lovingly at my newborn – _my –_ newborn...\n\nMy beloved, tricolour filly...\n\nI have a name for her now...\n\nWelcome to the world my dear foal...\n\nWelcome... Trifle...\n\nEND","series":{"name":"Off To The Races","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1973571-zoo-off-to-the-races-chapter-three.json"}}