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The plantation stood at the edge of a swamp and spanned the only solid land in over twenty square miles. It loomed out of the dark marshes and dying trees as a white edifice that had been erected dozens of years ago on the backs of the donkeys and mules that the colonel had bought from his brother in England. The four story mansion stood on a rise so that the plantations owner could easily look over his domain without having to lower himself to traveling among his slaves and livestock. In a land that was filled with self-made men and millionaires he had earned himself the title of sugar baron. He held sway over the trade over three different territories and every year he carved more of his land from the swamp.

Jacob Anderson's name was one that every person in the area knew because they were all employed by him in one way or another. The thoroughbred stallion owned nearly every business in one way or another and if he didn't own them, they owed him money. Every foal grew up knowing that one day they would work on the plantation as overseers, carpenters, accountants or merchants. Every town knew that they could be ruined if they raised his ire so those who tried to step into his territory to build their own plantations were swiftly run off. He even held the slave trade firmly under his sway.

Bea had grown up knowing that her position in life would never be as one of the mares that could aspire to taking a position in his house hold. The thoroughbreds were the only ones that were allowed to work within the plantation intimately or have a chance at marrying one of his sons. The high bred mares were haughty in their own way and secure in their knowledge that they would rise above their stations. Society in Spinner's Ridge was strictly outlined and had been since the founding of their colony. And she was not a part of the upper class. Most horses weren't a part of the upper class. That wasn't for the small miniature horse. It was a knowledge that left a bitter feeling in her mouth as she grew old enough to understand.

"You let them have their riches, girl. You'll find your place as a nice merchant's wife or accountant's serving girl. The likes of them aren't for our kind." Her father had been fond of telling her as she'd grown older and complained about the way she was snubbed.

The bay filly had lost her parents at the age of fourteen to a plague that had ripped through the town and taken nearly all of the ponies with it. The larger draft horses had been able to fight it off the sickness and the thoroughbreds had been able to afford the best of care. Only the merchants and farmers, the ponies and miniature horses had truly suffered from it. Their numbers whittled down until they had become a minority. In the way of things they had lost their jobs to the draft horses that had tired of being in the military and pulling the plows. Even the freed-slaves had taken on the positions and flooded the market. It was no place for an orphaned filly to make her way in the world. It was no place for Bea to make her fortunes or even a life.

_I only own this house because Father paid it off. _ The little miniature horse looked around the two room shack and winced slightly at the bare furniture and patched walls.

It was barely worthy of the name house. It was little more than a hastily built log shack with a room for her bed and a main room with a fireplace that did little to keep the place warm. The money had run out long ago, not that there had been much of that left to her. She had barely enough money to see her father buried properly. She grew the only food she had and even that wasn't doing well. The garden was more rabbit nibbled then it was harvestable. She had tried to drive them away and had even slept in the dirt beside her carrots and lettuce, but still they managed to sneak past her to eat the succulent food. Bea dropped her head into her hands and flattened her ears back. She wasn't going to make it through the winter.

I can't buy food, I don't have enough to store and even if I did I don't have a place to put it. _ She felt tears threatening to well up and the lump form in her throat. _What am I going to do? I can't make it as a merchant, I have nothing to sell. Father never even taught me numbers. And who would want a filly with no prospects as a wife?

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The despair that had been building for weeks started to wash over her even as she tried to stop the tears that wanted to roll down her cheeks. She balled her fists up into her dark mane and tried not to choke out a sob. The only thing that saved her from losing control entirely came in the form of yelling voices and harsh brays that shattered the relative peace that normally surrounded her house. The sound of many hooves clattered along the roads and the braying protests became louder before they were silenced with the crack of a whip and harsh word. Bea felt her stomach turn slightly as she stood up to go to the window. She knew what she'd see.

It was the last week of summer and it was time for Colonel Anderson to make his new purchases for his estate. The small filly leaned up to peer out the window as a double line of donkey's made their way up the road. Their coats were patched and filthy from the walk from the docks and the close quarters of the river boats. They wore nothing but ragged clothing that seemed to be nearly falling off where the seams were giving way. Each of them wore rough rope halters that were attached to the donkey that walked beside them and the middle of the lead was fastened to a single long rope that joined them together. They marched without purpose and without hope. Their heads were drooped down and long ears weren't even flattened. They were splayed as if it were too much effort to flatten them.

Along either side of the slaves a pair of large draft horses barked out orders. The massive shires each had a whip that they snapped out when one of the donkeys stopped moving or didn't move fast enough. It was brutal and harsh, but it was a sight that was common. The new donkey's had likely been bred on massive farms up North and Colonel Anderson had purchased them when they'd come of age. Most of the slaves in the line were male, but she knew that they'd be gelded by now. Only a handful of jacks were allowed to be kept intact for breeding purposes and those wouldn't have been treated like this. They were valuable property and these were just more slaves to tend to the sugar fields and bring in the harvest. They'd be used until they dropped in the traces and replaced with as much indifference as a man might replace a milking cow.

_Poor beasts. _ Bea flicked her ears back as one of the jacks brayed out and was silenced with a whip snapping over his sensitive nose.

Her stomach turned and she stepped away from the window and the slaves going to the plantation. She'd never been comfortable with the way donkeys were used as slaves. Her father had stopped trying to explain it to her after several vocal arguments and had had to content himself with her learning to keep her opinions to herself rather than speak them in public. The jacks were the hardest used and the jennies. The only ones that were treated with any amount of care were the jacks that stood at stud and the few jennies that Colonel Anderson kept as broodmares. Aside from sugar, he made quite a bit of money breeding mules for the harder heavier work that the donkeys couldn't handle.

Father always said Anderson was a pervert for keeping the jacks. Not that there's a lack of mares down here willing to carry a mule for what he pays. She sighed to herself a bit.

The mule trade had blossomed up over the last few decades and found a solid root in Spinner's Ridge. A donkey could be bought for ten dollars easily, but a mule was worth nearly a hundred. They were larger and more powerful then donkeys. They weren't as common and they could be given any number of chores that a donkey couldn't be trusted to do. Even the smaller mules could be used in households as butlers or maids without shame. The stallions frequently earned drinking coin on some plantations by agreeing to stud the jennies, but not at Anderson's plantation. The Colonel had been vocal about his disdain for plantations that bred their jennies for mules. It was cheaper to buy a mare and pay her to carry a mule and that way one only needed to keep two or three prize jacks for breeding instead of dozens of prize jennies. That's where the Colonel made a tidy profit and the mares that agreed earned board, food and care for the time they carried the foal. And at the end were given a tidy sum of money after a live birth.

Quite a bit of money... Bea froze in her thoughts and swallowed. Food for the winter, a place to live that isn't filled with cracks, and when it's all done enough money I can try and move out of this place.

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The miniature horse swallowed as her mouth suddenly felt dry. It wasn't a job that any lady would want to take on. It was on par with mating with an animal. Once a mare was on Anderson's pay roll the entire town knew she'd been bred by one of his jacks and her social life would be at an end. Prostitute. That was the kindest word that would be used to describe her. Many mares were kept continually pregnant by the jacks, but they were well off and well paid. She didn't need to go that deep, she only needed to go deep enough to get the money to leave this place and find a town that she could start over again.

Father will spin in his grave. Bea thought with a pang. One foal, one year, one mating. I'm already living in a shack and facing starvation over the winter. What choice do I have? It's as close to a job as a mare can get in this town.

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Bea dropped her muzzle and swallowed around the lump in her throat. Her ears flushed hotly at her own thoughts. She'd been as much of a lady as she could while her father had been alive. She'd never been with anyone, she'd barely even flirted, but this was her only way out. She had to see it through. She would see it through when she came into heat.

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"Sir, may I present Bea, Charles Laurence's daughter." The mule gave a slight bow as Bea was led into the massive office of Colonel Jacob Anderson.

The small fallabella filly swallowed nervously as her unshod hooves clicked on the marble floors and she kept her muzzle tilted downwards. She'd never been at the plantation house; she'd only seen it from a distance on her infrequent trips to the swamp. The white manor was larger than she'd ever dreamed, especially when she'd been led into the foyer by the well dressed mule and asked to wait. Part of her had wanted to bolt right then and there. She was shabbily dressed when compared to this bright airy place and the reason she was here left her stomach in knots. She'd forced herself to stay, she'd forced herself not to bolt, but as she walked towards the mahogany desk and the seated figure she cursed herself for not leaving when she could.

_I must look like a beggar. _ She flattened her ears a bit and looked down at her dress. A dress! It had been her mothers and it showed with moth holes that dotted the edges of the skirt, but at least it was feminine. When left to her own devices she preferred to wear nothing more than a pair of trousers and a loose shirt.

"Ahh Miss Bea, lovely for you to call upon me." Colonel Anderson grinned down at her an benevolently as a lord looking upon a peasant.

The thoroughbred stallion was handsome, she'd give him that. His coat was a rich cherry bay that nearly matched the color of his desk. His muzzle was delicate, but not feminine, and darkened along the edges of his nose and lips. His mane was cropped shorter then was fashionable, but the strands looked silky and gleamed in the sunlight that came in from the window behind him. He wore an impeccably tailored suit and seemed relaxed as he leaned back in the chair and rested his dark hands on his desk where several papers were spread out in disarray.

"Thank you for seeing me, Colonel Anderson." Bea tried her best to manage a curtsey, but stumbled slightly. "I hope I'm not interrupting?"

"Of course not, of course not." The stallion drawled and gave her a slight smile. "What brings you to see me? I'd expected you to come see me after your dear Father passed away."

"You did?" She lilted the question and flushed at the implication. Had it been such common knowledge she couldn't make it on her own?

"Of course, I did. I'm always here to help the unfortunate after all." Anderson's drawling voice was vaguely amused as he leaned forward. "But I don't think you're here to ask for a loan, are you Miss Bea?"

"N-no, I'm not. I'm here to offer my services, sir." She drew in a breath and stiffened slightly to brace herself for what she was going to suggest. "I've heard you're hiring mares here to help with your.. production. I'd like to offer myself."

The stallion's eyes widened slightly, but the expression was too fake to be real and she could see amusement hiding there. "Why, Miss Bea! Are you suggesting I put you in with a jack?" He drawled out and she bristled a bit at his amusement.

"I'm young, I'm healthy and I've heard that the ponies are often used to produce house workers." Bea kept her tone civil, though she wanted to wipe that amusement off the stallions' face.

"That you are, Miss Bea." The thoroughbred laced his fingers together and rested his chin on the back of his hands. "But I never would have imagined old Charles' daughter coming to this."

"I'm out of money, I have no food and I have no way to pay back a loan. All I have is my body.." She faltered a bit and felt her cheeks darken in a flush. "It's my best chance to be on my own."

"Mmm.." Anderson half closed his eyes. "You're a bit small to be one of the paid mares. Are you sure that you want to take this option?"

"I'm positive." She didn't allow herself to think on his attempt to give her an out. She didn't think about walking away or the idea of taking a loan. She was getting out of this place one way or the other."

"Very well, Miss Bea. My standard contract gives you a home here on my plantation, food, medical care, and.. clothing." The Colonel gave her a look that made her feel small in her shabby clothing. "You will get no money until you have produced a living foal, is that understood?"

"Yes, Colonel." She murmured softly.

"That means if your first try fails you will be bred again, understood?" The thoroughbred tilted his head slightly. "And I do not own a miniature jack, so I'll tell you truthfully that you'll be put to a full sized one."

"I.. ah.. understand, sir." She stammered and felt her ears darken in a flush. The first tinges of her heat had been rising and the casual conversation about being put to a stud made her stomach warm.

"Very good. Go with Jackson and he'll see you to your room. When you're in season we'll pick one of the boys to put you to." Anderson gave his fingers a flick to indicate the piebald mule that had brought her here. "I hope you understand what you're getting yourself into."

Bea nodded and did her best not to rethink her choice. She didn't want to back down. She was going to do it and while she did, she'd have a roof over her head and food to eat. All she had to do was carry a mule. All she had to do was give her virginity to one of the studs.

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Life at the Anderson Plantation wasn't as horrible or frightening as she'd thought it would be. She had assumed she'd be pushed into a cramped bedroom with other mares who'd chosen to do this, but instead she was given a suite of her very own. The food was wonderful and always available to her. She was given her very own maidservant who tended her room and helped her out. It was a lovely life and one that made it hard to remember that she was here for one specific reason. Each day her heat grew stronger. The first itches and tingling sensations started to grow deeper until her body felt flushed with hormones. It wasn't her first heat, but the sensation of it this time was sharper and more poignant.

The day came when she woke up flushed and trembling as she lay in the sumptuous bed. Her body trembled slightly as she opened her eyes and could almost feel the ache in her lower belly. Her folds felt swollen and sensitive even to the touch of underwear. Even thinking of them had made them flex and wink with her season. Her stomach turned with a fearful anticipation that today would be the day she was put to one of the jacks. She would be given over to a near wild creature and impregnated as her first introduction to sexuality. She'd nearly stuttered as she told her maid servant and the morning was spent with anxiety that alternated with eagerness.

"Ma'am?" The little mule's voice was light as Emily came back. "Jackson says that they've assigned you to Beauregard, Ma'am, and they'll be sending him in to you shortly."

"Beauregard?" She licked her dry lips. "Do you know him?"

"Oh no, ma'am." Emily's eyes widened a bit. "We mules aren't allowed around the jacks. The Master prefers that we don't get attached to our possible sires. I'd get ready, Ma'am. I'll come afterwards with a meal for you."

Emily's cheerful voice steadied Bea a bit and the little jenny slipped off with a clatter of hooves leaving the miniature horse fidgeting with the edges of her shirt. She had no idea what to do. Should she have her clothing off or on? What did one say to a jack she didn't know that was about to breed her? The little mare moved a hand up to stifle a giggle at her own worries. The sound came out high pitched and nervous before she started to nervously putter around the room. Her tail twitched and she worked off her nervous energy straightening the smallest things to try and keep herself from worrying.

Her puttering came to an end with a soft knock on the door before it opened up. "Miss Bea?" A slow deep voice called out her name as she felt herself freeze up.

The jack, Beauregard, peered into the room with mild dark brown eyes. The deep chocolate brown fur was smooth and well groomed along his head as he pushed door the rest of the way open and stepped into her suite. She had been expecting any number of things, from a rough dirty beast that would shove the door open and try to pin her to cowering frightened jack who had experienced the hard use of his Masters. Instead, the donkey came in with a small smile on his pale tan muzzle and his long ears flicked up high. He wore a pair of loose pants, but his upper body was bear of clothing. Every bit of his fur was well groomed and almost gleamed with health.

"Beauregard?" She swallowed a bit nervously, but the jack bobbed his head genially in answer.

"Yes, Miss Bea. I was told to come see you today." The jack's lips twitched up in a slightly whimsical looking smile. "I hope the day is seein' ya alright?"

"Oh, y-yes it is." Bea blinked her eyes a bit rapidly as the jack just watched her with a smile on his handsome broad face. "You're not what I thought you'd be.. Oh!" She moved a hand up to cup her muzzle as the words slipped out.

"It's alright, Ma'am. I've never seen ya here and the new mares don't know no better." The jack took a step forward and his ropey tail flicked back and forth behind him.

"I guess not. I've never.." She trailed off and flushed. "I've never done this."

The large jack was twice her height and as he walked forward he had to tilt his head down to look at her. "Well, I can send for one o' the other studs, Miss Bea. I didn't expect to be servicin' a pony."

"Miniature horse." Bea spoke a bit more sharply then she expected and watched the long ears twitch backwards at the rebuke. "No, no it's fine. I know I'm not what you're probably used to..."

The jack tilted his head and the dark eyes seemed to study her for a long moment before the smile reappeared on his muzzle. "I'm not complainin', Miss Bea. Just means I get to take my time."

The donkey dropped one leg and Bea took a step back instinctively as he came down on her level and the large muzzle was just above her own. Her nostrils flared at the rich sweet scent of him that teased her. It wasn't anything she was used to. Most stallions smelled of stallion, yes, but they also smelled of cologne or beer or pipe smoke. Beauregard smelled only of himself. The warm scent seemed to melt on her tongue, pure and untouched by foreign scents that would distract from it. She drew in a deeper breath of it as the large hands moved to either side of her hips and she felt the thick thumbs rub along either side of her stomach.

"I'm not sure how you go about this normally..." She trailed off as the large curved muzzle dropped down.

"Well, Ma'am, I make sure you enjoy yourself and get you ready." The deep voice was muffled slightly as the lips dropped down to brush just over the edge of her neck. "You just tell me if ya need me to slow down, alright Miss Bea?"

"Alright.." She breathed the word out as she felt the jack's breath tickle her neck.

I can't believe I'm doing this, I can't believe I'm doing this.. She chanted in her mind, but Beauregard seemed eager to put that little voice to sleep.

The large muzzle dropped down and blasted out a hot puff of breath right against the rise of her shirt. The scent made her tail lash behind her so that the long silken strands caught against her lower legs. The hands that cupped either side of her hips moved upwards until the thick fingers gingerly unsnapped the top button of her shirt and then the second. She had half way expected him to be rough or demanding, but the light tugs spread her shirt open gently so that his bare muzzle could nuzzle into the opening. Her far smaller muzzle nearly brushed against his forehead. She drew in his scent a bit more deeply until her tail twitched upwards.

The jack unbuttoned her shirt slowly as his muzzle worked along her upper chest lightly before lowering to brush the rise of her breast. The thick soft lips plucked against the soft mound until she let out a gasping breath and didn't fight the feel of her shirt being pulled from her body. She let the material fall to the ground as Beauregard nudged his large nose against the lacey edge of her bra. Bea licked her dry lips and leaned backwards to watch as the blunt teeth caught against the material and pulled it outwards. The whiskers brushed the smooth fur and the donkey's hands moved back to work at the clasps that held the material against her upper body.

The miniature horse felt the material loosen just as the soft thick lips caught right around the rise of her nipple and gave it a slow suckling pull. The tongue pushed up beneath it and rolled along the nub while she arched her back with a whickering cry. The nipple perked and hardened in reaction as the suckling sensation made her feel as if his touch was far lower on her body. The bra slipped from her upper body and her smooth tan breasts were left bare to the light as the jack used his teeth to tease and pull along the nipple. His hands were strangely gentle as they trailed downwards and the thumbs slipped just beneath the band of her pants to give them a light, almost playful tug. She moved forward towards the kneeling jack as his lips popped free with a wet noise.

"Pants too, Miss Bea." He drawled out and his thumb gave a light tug to unhook the button.

The miniature horse swallowed and opened her mouth to say something, anything, but what came out was a whickering cry as the thick pink tongue flicked up to run along the underside of her breast. The breath puffed out warmly against her breast as he worked his tongue in a swirling circle that worked its way ever closer towards the stiffened nub of her nipple. Bea moved her hands up to brush against the bare shoulders and felt the smooth fur against her finger tips as the jack loosened her pants and started to peel them downwards. He didn't yank them from them, but rolled the material down slowly while teasing her breast. His flat teeth lightly caught her nipple and nibbled it until her back arched and her fingers curled against his shoulders.

Bea trembled as the teeth released her nipple and the jack suckled gently along it. His lips pushed higher up along the rise of her soft breast as her pants dropped down around her hips. She was only vaguely aware when the jack's fingers hooked against her panties and started to peel them down as well. She only knew the moment that the material slipped free of her sensitive heat swollen mound because of the sudden jerk of the donkey's head. His eyes snapped open and she watched them glaze a bit as he lifted his head up and his upper lip quivered. His chest swelled as he drew in a deep breath and his hands gave a light tug to let the material drop down around her ankles.

The hands returned to her hips and curled along the soft rise of her rump cheeks before the jack stood up and pulled her along with him. Bea managed a short squeal as she was pulled into the air and she felt the shoulder muscles hardening beneath the smooth fur. She didn't have time to ask why he'd pulled her up before he dropped her onto the neatly made bed. The small horse arched her back and wriggled backwards as his large muzzle dropped along her belly briefly before hovering just above her loins. The warmth of his breath puffed out and tickled her sensitive mound as the jack's upper lip curled back slightly and the hands that had held her rump cheeks moved to her upper thighs and coaxed her legs apart.

The moment he'd teased her legs open he dropped his muzzle to give her an intimate kiss. The large thick lips spread open along her mound and the heat of his velvety tongue moved out to drag in a warm line right along her outer lips. She let out a short cry and moved one of her arms back to grasp at the pillow behind her as she felt the heat of his tongue rubbing right along the swollen nub of her clit and lower. Her legs slipped naturally along his shoulders as Beauregard began to work his tongue in slow powerful strokes. Her soft tear shaped folds quivered and winked along his tongue as he worked from her clit all the way down to gently stroke against her virginal opening. The tongue tip put a touch of pressure on her passage before gliding up towards her clit again.

Bea's cheeks felt as if they were burning and she could feel her rapidly beating heart in pulses along her body. She trembled and muffled her whimpering cry against one of the pillows as the tongue worked in a slow circle along her clit. It flickered and danced in circles over the very tip until she started to squirm and wriggle against her bed. The jack's breath tickled against her inner thighs and one of his hands moved upwards to trail along the curve of her belly before pressing down against it. The pressure held her in place as his tongue dropped downwards before pushing forward against her passage again.

She wasn't a stranger to her own touch, but the first feel of someone else teasing her made her breath catch in her throat. The tongue tip probed lightly and then started to push inwards. Her body tensed up in reaction and squeezed tightly along it, but the jack pushed a bit more firmly against her. The velvety tongue tip pushed upwards and gave a light stroke to tease over a spot just inside of her that made her body arch up from the bed. She curled her fingers along his short mane while Beauregard began to work his tongue in powerful smooth strokes. Her walls clenched down and started to clutch around the tongue as it slipped deep inside of her before pulling out and repeating.

The steady deliberate movements continued to run the spot just inside of her so that she felt as if she were being set on edge. She rolled her hips upwards and pressed against his muzzle as a tremor ran through her body. It was the first of a series as the donkey teased and caressed her. The softness of his upper lips rested right along the swell of her clit and brushed over it each time his tongue plunged with in her. The miniature horse leaned back and drew in a breath before crying it out. Her legs squeezed over Beauregard's shoulders as the first wave of pleasure washed through her. Her walls pulsed and squeezed around his tongue as it plunged deep inside of her and she tried to milk around it. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest as the jack slowed his tongue movements into caresses that coaxed her through the apex of her pleasure.

Bea's lips spread open as her breathing came out in short swift pants. Her ears flicked back as the tongue pulled from her with a final caressing stroke that left her shaking. The jack lifted his head and let his hand slip along her belly lightly as he looked up at her. The pale tip of his muzzle glistened wetly as the large pink tongue flicked out to lick it clean with a pleased expression.

"I think yer ready, Miss Bea." Beauregard's voice was thick as he moved his hand from her and pushed his upper body up from the bed. "Don't wanna try anythin' too fast with ya."

"Ahh.. that felt... amazing. I didn't expect that." Bea swallowed slightly as the jack's damp muzzle brushed along her belly lightly. And the rest of the words died on her lips as his free hand moved down to pull at his loose fitting pants.

His body was so much larger than her own. She stared down the line of his chest as the jack slipped his pants down and then off, but her focus wasn't on the pants, but what they revealed. The swollen dark equine length was already hardened and popped free from his pants. It was larger than she expected and she swallowed around a suddenly dry mouth. The belled tip jutted forward with a gleam of precum that clung right along opening of the urethra. It was larger than her arm, easily, and thick enough that she flicked her ears back against her head. Her lower body tensed and she let out a muted noise as Beauregard pulled the pants free of his legs.

"You're.. big.." She trailed off and flushed at her own question and the way it sounded.

The jack's large muzzle bumped against her upper breast lightly. "Don't worry, Miss Bea. I'll be gentle. If a mare can birth a foal, I'm certainly not bigger then that."

The jack's fingers moved back up to stroke along her upper thigh lightly and gave a gentle squeeze. She felt mesmerized by the thickened tip and the thick viscous wet precum that beaded out and dribbled down along the edge. The very tip brushed along her upper thigh as his hand moved to cup right along her upper thigh and gave it a gentle pull. His fingers curled and tugged along the length of her leg so that it was pulled upwards along his hip. She moved her hands up to press against his chest as the heavy equine shaft shifted up to briefly rub along her lower belly. The slippery wetness spread along the fur as she felt the heat of the smooth flesh resting right against her quivering folds.

Beauregard purposefully pushed forward and gave a slow rolling thrust that tugged and pulled along her sensitive folds. The hardened cock stroked right along her clit and sent a tremor of pleasure through her as her arousal coated along the underside of his shaft. She arched up with a soft cry and let the donkey guide her legs upwards until his fingers wrapped just along the curve of her ankles. He pushed her knees forward until her hips were rolled upwards and the heavy girth pulled along her plump folds. A thick spill of precum pooled along her belly as the belled tip pulled downwards until he brushed right against her outer lips.

Bea tilted her head up and watched him rub his tip lightly back and forth. The jack was large enough that his tip could nearly cover her folds completely. It didn't look like anything that should ever be able to fit into her body, but Beauregard merely gathered her wetness along his tip with slow shifts of his hips. He pulled the tip down just a bit before his large muzzle dropped down to lightly brush along her ears.

"Just relax, darlin', I know what I'm doin'." The donkey murmured in her ear before his hips gave a slow roll forward.

Despite the warning, despite the grip of his hands against her ankles and the soft press of his lips against her ears she wasn't ready. The tip pushed up firmly against her folds and they pushed inwards as the ebony shaft bowed under the pressure the jack was putting on it. His soft bray vibrated against her ears as her opening slowly started to blossom open around his glans. The lips wrapped around him as, impossibly, he began to force his cock tip into her body. Her heat swollen out folds were forced to thin down and form a lewd O around him as the filly looked away with a rough cry. The jack gave a firmer push of his hips before there was a slick popping sound as the swollen glans slipped into her virginal channel and her inner walls quivered around him.

It was too big, he was too large, her mind babbled the words at her even as her body flared hot with raw need to feel the jack inside of her. The warm male scent roused her body as the hands on her ankles squeezed he started to push inwards. The jack's shaft battled her tight passage as her muscles contracted tightly around him and relaxed. She felt every vein, ever inch as he wedged steadily inwards. Her own wetness was forced out around the sheer thickness of him, but was replaced with a hot oozing spill of precum that spilled into her passage.

Bea dropped her hands from his chest and moved to grip the pillow beneath her head to brace herself as he gave another short push forwards. Her hips were forced higher into the air before he pulled back. Only an inch pulled from her tight walls before Beauregard gave a firm buck and brayed out a bit louder. The thickened glans plunged deeper into her and she let out a soft squeal as she looked down the line of her body. Her trim smooth stomach had started to show a slight rise as the jack's shaft pushed deeper inside of her. She could see the outline of the tip along her lower belly before he drew backwards again and she saw the glistening black shaft flashing between her legs before he drove forward again.

Beauregard fought for each inch and his cock rubbed and caressed her passage. It pulled and stroked through her as she let out soft short cries under her breath before trying to push her hips up against him. She could feel the hot puff of his breath tickling against her ears as the next thrust made her squeal out. The medial ring popped into her with a slick noise as it pushed her outer lips inwards briefly before pulling out again. The hands on her ankles slipped free leaving her to wrap her legs around his hips as the large donkey's hands moved to cup against her hips to hold them steady beneath him. His thick neck arched and his blunt teeth caught right against the curve of her shoulder as he muffled a harsh braying sound of pleasure.

Bea trembled beneath him and writhed as the hands that gripped his hips squeezed and kneaded against her. She felt dwarfed under his bulk as he used his muscular haunches to drive into her again and the tip pushed up firmly right against her cervix causing her to squeal out. Her hips jerked beneath him as he rubbed his glans along the spongy barrier before pulling backwards again. The medial ring slipped free with a slick popping noise before he plunged forward again. Her walls clenched and squeezed tightly about him each time he tried to pull out and each time he had to battle past the powerful internal muscles to drive his glans against her cervix.

Her cheeks felt flushed, her body felt afire and she arched upwards against him as he started to work his hips in short hard movements. His teeth were firm, but gentle, against the curve of her shoulder and she could feel the breath puffing out hotly against the curve of her shoulder. Each time he drew back the medial ring caressed and pulled along her g-spot and with each thrust forward she could feel the way her lower belly tried to adjust to something so large plunging inside of her. The jack seemed driven only to plunge himself in as fast as possible as his tip started to grow thicker inside of her. She was already stretched open to the point that she felt as if she couldn't take any more, but when he pulled back it stretched her just that much more.

The jack's hips drew back until she felt his glans pulling and making her folds strain around him. Her body trembled and she clenched down tightly around him. The pulsing tip teased along her g-spot for just a moment before he plunged forward in a single powerful thrust. The tip pushed up hard right against her cervix and the flare blossomed open wide. Bea let out a short cry as her back arched as she pushed her hips up against him. His shaft bowed slightly with the pressure before the teeth left her shoulder. The wild harsh bray vibrated against her chest as Beauregard cried out and the first throb went through his girth. The urethra jutted out and meshed with the fluttering opening of her cervix before the first thick rope of cum erupted from him.

Her legs tightened around his broad hips as she felt the warmth flooding her. The pressure pushed it right up against her cervix and forced it through into her fertile womb as she trembled beneath him. His hands squeezed against her hips as each throb of his shaft sent the goopy splashes erupting into her. The flared tip was broad enough that it formed a plug so that the seed was forced by pressure to flow into her body so that the billions of sperm were given free reign inside of her. Her walls contracted and milked greedily around the shaft, pulling it all in deeper while she lowered her head to rest against the broad jack's chest.

The girth slowly softened within her, but just as the flow stopped a final hot jet flowed into her. It was thicker and heavier than the seed before. The gel flowed into her cervix and clung to her walls until it formed a plug. The rich seed left to ravage her ripe belly while she lay panting beneath him. His body trembled above her before his nose dropped to nuzzle against the curve of her shoulder. It wasn't until Bea opened her eyes that she realized that the jack had well and truly bred her. Her stomach was swollen with the seed that filled her. The skin along her belly was drawn taut as the hips pulled backwards and the glistening softened shaft pulled from her. The massive flared tip tugged before slipping free with a wet pop.

"I hope I didn't disappoint, Miss Bea." Beauregard's panting voice murmured against her neck and the miniature pony flushed hotly.

"N-not at all. Beyond all expectations." She managed to reply, despite the fact she was still panting herself.

"I'm glad, Ma'am. I'll do even better tomorrow by ya." A shiver ran along the length of her back. Tomorrow and the next day and the next. Every day of her season. Bea ducked her head to hide the flush of embarrassment she felt at the anticipation she could feel building. She could suddenly understand why so many mares chose this employment.

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Seven Months Later

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The night birds chittered and sang outside the window and blended melodies with the crickets that sang out in clear silvery tones. The moon was half full and illuminated the faint mists of the fog that were ever present due to the swamp nearby. Bea had had her maid, Emily, open the windows early in the evening claiming that the cool air helped her sleep better. The mule hadn't said a word of protest or even given her any strange looks. She'd been counting on that. She'd only laid in bed long enough to be assured that the plantation had gone quiet as it's denizens went to bed. And then she had awaken and slipped from her bed.

The miniature horse dropped a hand to slip beneath her cloak. Her belly had grown large and swollen with her pregnancy. The mule she carried wasn't the size of a miniature horse, but as large as his sire had been. She had looked full to term when she hit three months and now she was left having trouble walking. She had learned how to awkwardly waddle, but she was adjusting slowly but surely. Her breasts had grown heavier and plumper, and even more sensitive as time went on. She was still a month from having her foal, and she could only hope that her body would be able to handle it as her young one continued to grow stronger and larger. He certainly was taking after his sire thus far.

A shiver ran down her back and her fingers stroked over the fabric of her shirt as she ran her fingers in circles over the swell of her belly. The week spend in Beauregard's care had changed her forever. Her tail twitched behind her as she waddled awkwardly out onto the modest balcony and settled down on a chair in the corner. She had to brace her back and rested one arms around her stomach, well as much as it would go. It was almost impossible to really get her arm over her belly all the way anymore. It was almost impossible to sleep well at night either. Not when she couldn't lay on her side or turn easily, but that was only part of the reason she'd had Emily leave the window to her balcony open though.

Her ears flicked up as she looked out over the plantation and the fire flies that flickered back and forth over the fields. They were quiet now, the donkey's had been taken to their shacks for the night to sleep the sleep of the exhausted. The plantation house was dark save for one or two windows where Colonel Anderson stayed awake and was likely going over the books. He had been particularly pleased with the state of her pregnancy and the fact she was obviously carrying a full sized mule instead of a small one. He'd patted her belly possessively and promised her a bonus if she delivered it healthy and alive. It was an idea that left her shivering slightly. She could only imagine how far she'd be forced to stretch to try and birth the foal.

"Miss Bea?" A deep voice murmured out from near the edge of her balcony. The small horse's ears went up as a dark face with a pale muzzle lifted up followed by a broad pair of shoulders. "Ya slipped me a note?"

"Tom.." She perked up as the donkey pulled himself onto the edge of the balcony with a grin on his face.

The mammoth jack grinned at her with a flash of flat teeth as his long ears pricked upwards. He was the biggest of the studs and one that she'd bumped into in her time passing through the halls of the main building. He stood a towering ten feet tall with a thick neck and powerful looking legs. The first time she'd seen him it had been shortly after she'd come out of heat and had blanched at the sheer size. It was only later, later as she learned that the attentions of the studs could be garnered with a well placed note that she'd felt her appetites shift from Beau to something more challenging.

"Another practice round, ma'am." The big jack stepped forward and flared his nostrils. One of his hands moved to brush against her belly. Even as big as he was, his hand still looked small against her belly.

"Yes, please, Tom." She almost purred the words as she watched those broad nostrils flare.

If she was going to give birth to a full sized foal, she was going to have to be sure to practice and practice often. And if she was going to practice, then only the best would do. Perhaps she could request Tom after this foal and she was ready to be bred again. After all, he certainly filled her in a way that the other jacks couldn't manage. The thought made her wet her lips as she allowed herself to be taken into his arms. She hadn't thought about her plans to leave in months. Why would she? She had every thing she wanted right here...