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The stable hand groaned, wiping the sweat from his brow as he straightened up the muck heap with a pitchfork and shovel. At a busy breeding yard, there always seemed to be too much work to complete comfortably, particularly during the leading edge of summer when the foals would be born, if all had gone to plan with the breeding program, that is. They liked to have the foals strong and able before they faced the Autumn chill apart from their dams. Muttering over the hum of his own thoughts, the chestnut stallion dug the pitchfork into the mess of straw and manure, tossing it up to the side of the mound.

"Aren't you done yet? Oi, you! Sean!"

The horse on the muck heap frowned and stood up tall, putting the pitchfork to one side. A scruffy equine, Alan, in ripped jeans and a worn, black t-shirt stood in the middle of the small sand arena - or pen - the sun gleaming on his pale palomino coat. Grinning broadly, he whistled to regain Sean's attention while the other pinned his ears back, flicking his red tail like the pendulum of a clock.

"'Course I'm not done yet," he said coarsely, flicking his damp mane. "Though it would go a right side quicker if you came up here and helped me."

"Nah, can't, mate," Alan shook his head. "We're breeding the new mare today."

"Breeding? Today?" Sean's ears twitched curiously. "Mite late."

Alan laughed obnoxiously, tossing his head back so that his blonde mane flung back as if in a dramatic film scene. There wasn't a drop of sweat on the bugger, thought Sean, grumbling over the fact that the other hand had done a fair job of skiving off yet again.

"Wrong mare, mate. Wrong one," Alan chuckled throatily. "It's the new new one. You coming to see?"

Ah, so it was not the four-year-old cob that was being bred, Sean comprehended after a moment. Instead it was the fine, little filly that would have a stallion on her back this time. It didn't matter so much when the slaves were bred; they were easier to accommodate throughout the colder months with foals, more so than your average four-legger.

Shrugging, he followed Alan to the top stable block, patting the nose of his own horse as he passed him - a rescued Thoroughbred that was blind in one eye. If Sean had not bought him at the local auction, a crowded country affair, the smart gelding would have swiftly become dog meat. And he couldn't have let that happen - he was still a good jumper, if a bit spooky in traffic.

They stopped at the door of a stable with the top and bottom doors bolted, two neat but rusted padlocks ensuring that the occupant was safely and securely contained. Alan slid a key into both padlocks and tossed them aside on to the concrete floor, one of them tumbling into a puddle although he didn't bother to retrieve it. Swinging the top door open with a pretentious creak, he peered in to the clean and well-kept stable, light slanting in through a high, glassless window.

"Rise and shine, darling," Alan smirked. "Time to make some foals."

The pretty appaloosa mare scrambled up on to two hooves, brushing stray pieces of straw from her white coat, which was spotted with black ovals. She glared and snorted derisively, turning back to her half-eaten hay net, which was tied at a comfortable height for her to pick at throughout the day.

"Fuck off, arsehole," she snapped, flattening her tail over her buttocks. "Not today, come back tomorrow, thank you, goodbye."

"Aw, don't be like that, cutie," he drawled sickeningly. "You know you'll love it."

"Hah? From you?" She made a rude gesture and shifted so that her back pressed against the wall, though it only drew attention to her full breasts and crotch, begging the interest of any stallion. "What have you got down there, hm? A carrot? I couldn't even feel that. Need something bigger to play with a mare like me."

"Ah, so it's gonna be the hard way, is it?" Alan grumbled, swiping at Sean who chuckled at the spirited filly, liking her attitude.

Ignoring her quip of, 'not so hard today', Alan clopped around the corner and grabbed a bridle and several lengths of soft, worn rope, originally white but grey with use. He wasted no time in barging into the mare's roomy stable and wrestling her into the bridle. Squealing and kicking out, she pushed him away but had nowhere to run to, backed into the corner as she was. She rolled her eyes as the stronger stallion dragged the bridle over her muzzle and thrust the metal bit between her teeth. Indignantly, she brought her paws up in a rebellious attempt to unbuckle the leather but suddenly Sean was there, brandishing a riding crop with a triangular flap on the end.

"Ah, ah, ah," Sean said, wagging his finger in front of her muzzle as if she was a naughty foal in school. "You're a pretty thing and no one wants to see you get yourself hurt now. Be a good girl now and put your paws down."

She remembered the sting of that riding crop. She remembered the whistle of it as it whipped through the air. She remembered her own muffled squeals as she tried to escape the pain. No, she didn't want that. Though her anger blazed, she lowered her paws slowly, letting them hang limply at her sides, her fingers loose if not relaxed.

"There we are, that wasn't so hard," Sean said soothingly, stroking the angry appie's mane. "Come along now."

"Yeah, come on, slave," Alan grunted, hauling on her reins. "Sean, get the others."

While Sean went off to retrieve the appaloosa's partner, the palomino towed her unwillingly to the pen that he had prepared earlier. For the slaves, there was a special mounting bench that had been adapted from the contraptions used to 'milk' semen from stallions when they were not available for stud. He shoved the mare in the small of her back so that she lay over the padded top of the bench, her arms and legs dangling comically to either side. Though she grumbled and whined, Sean was professional and efficient in lifting her arms up to the supportive 'shelves' on either side of the bench, tying them to the conveniently positioned metal rings with the lengths of rope. Her legs received similar treatment and when she was bound tightly, Sean dispassionately grabbed a tail bandage and wrapped the entire length of it before securing it into a handy 'loop'. He playfully tugged on it and laughed at her offended squeal, muscles twitching furiously beneath the skin.

She struggled to turn her head and widened her eyes sharply. A powerful stallion pranced on the end of a red lead rope, the end of which was clasped firmly in Sean's paw, though the horse tugged good-spiritedly at the restraint. He had caught the scent of the fertile mare from some distance away and his cock had slipped free of its sheath to bounce against the black horse's belly. A calmer stallion plodded further back on the end of a loose lead rope, his dappled grey coating shining with good health; he had seen it all before unlike the younger fellow dancing out his arousal.

"I'll nether take that!" The mare mumbled through the bit gag. "Lemme go! 'E's too bigth!"

"And you were just bragging about how much you could take, weren't you?" Alan smacked her rump, making her jump in the bonds. "Shut your trap. We'll have a better use for it soon enough."

"Whaaaaa?"

"First up!" Sean joked passing the black stallion to Alan. "You take wild thing here and I'll stand back with Blue. Good thing he's well behaved."

"Yeah, the only one who'll stand patient and wait his turn," Sean said absently, accepting the first horse's lead. "All right, get back then. Let's see what Danny Boy's got in him today."

The mare shook her head and squirmed uncomfortably, giving a shrill whinny as the sedate horse was lead away. Oh, why couldn't she have that one first? He wouldn't hurt as much... She shivered as Alan gave the stallion a loose rein that he was all too swift to take advantage of. Snorting hot air, the feral horse nuzzled under the mare's tail, peeling back his upper lip to better take in the scents. He brought his muzzle back to his temporary mate's sex and swiped his tongue over her warm folds, which were already dripping with more than his saliva. The appie moaned and, below the stallion's belly, his cock stiffened, seeking a warm cunt to plough.

"Ohhh..." The mare shuddered, jerking her wrapped tail up. "Pleesh stop. Pleesh."

No one was going to stop nature from taking his course and with a proud neigh, the stallion reared, dropping his weight on to her back. He gripped her waist with his bent forelegs and snorted again, jabbing his member forward wildly until, after a few frenzied thrusts, he sank the flat tip into the mare's cunny. She tongued the bit and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the invasion. She was tight, too tight to take him comfortably, and still he pushed on, grunting like the animal that he was until the full spire was buried in her warm snatch, dribbles of pre cum squirting against her cervix. Moaning, the mare panted and tried to spread her legs for 'her' stallion, falling prey to instinct and wanting to feel that log of flesh stroking her insides again and again until she came and he filled her belly with his seed.

Moving his hind legs closer, the stallion bucked in short, sharp thrusts that stabbed the mare's cervix repeatedly, his flanks damp with sweat. Beneath him, the little mare whimpered and arched her neck in invitation, trying to angle herself so that his cock struck that sweet spot inside her cunny. She only wished that it could last longer, now that they had gotten started. The stallion nipped her arched neck and dug his blunt teeth gently into the exposed curve, holding her in place even though it was unnecessary with the ropes, grunting and pounding even deeper into her cunt. Then, with a triumphant neigh, he jabbed his dick against her cervix and the head flared out to empty his virile cum into her passage, thick, milky-coloured drops running down the slave mare's thighs when her cunt overflowed.

Dismounting with a deceptive groan, the stallion perked his ears and sniffed the mare's rear, almost disinterested with her after using her as he should. Breathing heavily and severely aroused, the appaloosa rested her muzzle against the padding, wishing that it was all over so that she could bring herself off in the privacy of her dark stable.

"Next one," Alan said, though his voice was unsteady and a bulge in his jeans proved that he was enjoying the show. "And, this time, I think I'll have a bit of fun too."

"Bit of fun?" Sean wrinkled his nose and exchanged the lead ropes with him, taking 'Danny' to the far side of the pen and tying him securely to the fence. "You play with the slaves?"

"Sometimes," Alan answered evasively, allowing the grey horse to scent the mare. "You should try it sometime."

"Really now?" Sean shook his head sceptically. "I don't know, that seems a bit...wrong."

"Aw, c'mon," Alan cajoled. "Look, mate, I'll take my due from her later - you amuse yourself with her now." He paused and smirked, winking to Alan out of the mare's line of sight. "She has a great tongue."

Thinking that it couldn't do any harm and with an uncomfortable tightness in his jodhpurs, Sean cleared his throat awkwardly. The mare glanced up at him calmly, need instead of fear simmering in her eyes. It only took a little to turn the slaves into submissive sluts, he mused to himself, unzipping his jeans and pulling his half-hard cock out; Alan bit back a grin at how his co-worker was not wearing underwear and wondered if it was a regular thing. All the better for easy access to this sweet muzzle.

The mare shook her head and stretched forward, conflicting feeling ricocheting inside her head. Oh, she wanted to cum so badly... The grey stallion nuzzled her rump and ran his tongue over her winking vulva, ignorant of the semen that he scooped up on his fleshy tongue. All he smelled was a mare in season, ready to be bred like his stable mate had done. His mottled pink cock stiffened in front of his heavy balls, swinging back and forth with unspent seed: he was as ready as he would ever be to take his due.

He shoved the mare forward as he mounted her, pushing her nose into Sean's crotch. Wincing at the harsh motion, the slave flicked her ears back and ran her tongue up the length of Sean's bobbing dick, unable to do more than lick with the bit in her mouth. As if realising this problem, Sean quickly unbuckled the two straps that would allow the bit to be slipped from between her teeth and hung it carefully on a handy hook positioned on the mounting bench (they had to have somewhere to hang straps while the slaves were being bred, after all). With her muzzle mobile, the now submissive mare took his cock gently between her lips, allowing him to push into her throat without gagging at all; she had had plenty of practice as a cock-sucker with Alan.

Giving a muffled yelp, the mare felt the second stallion hit his mark and thrust his cock into her cunt, seed squelching out around his pole as he, in effect, took his sloppy seconds. The mare snorted heavily through her flared nostrils and sucked hungrily on Sean's dick, spurred on by his appreciative moans and gentle petting of her mane. He was so much gentler than Alan was... Groaning almost like an anthro, the stallion pounding her cunny threw his weight into it, unable to get his full length into her, but not for lack of trying. By gods, was it bigger? His balls slapped her crotch with every powerful thrust, hitting her clit in such a way that she fought the urge to cum on the spot, wanting to save the pleasure for a little later. He was so large and dominant... She knew that if the first stallion's seed didn't take, this one's surely would and she would have a large belly soon enough.

It wasn't so bad a thought.

"What, you eager or something?" Alan joked, licking his lips as Sean fucked the mare's muzzle, dribbles of pre cum smearing her lips.

Sean shoved the palomino's shoulder and smiled good-naturedly; he was close to cumming already and Alan's joke wasn't wrong. He hadn't been pleased in so long - nice mares didn't want to give blowjobs. Huffing, he held himself back, almost nose to nose with the horse pounding the slave's cunt, feeling his warm breath puffing against his shirt. The feral stallion suddenly lurched forward with a satisfied grunt and fell still, quivering all over as he emptied his sperm into the breeding mare, too much for her cunt to contain. That did it for Sean: he tossed his head and nickered as he exploded into the mare's muzzle, thrusting his cock down her throat so that she was forced to swallow every drop. Gulping rapidly, the mare struggled to keep up as she was filled from both ends, her stomach swelling and pressing against the bench. She felt as if she was already carrying a foal with the amount that had been pumped into her.

Blue rested on the mare's back for a moment and Sean swore that the stallion was enjoying his orgasm as much as he was. Beneath them, the mare shook and Sean laughed lightly to no one in particular, suspecting that she was having a small orgasm of her own. Good: there was no reason why she shouldn't, this time. He withdrew his cock from her muzzle with a wet slurp and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving and nipples rubbing tantalisingly against the bench top.

"There you are, girl," Sean ran his paw along her muzzle as Blue dismounted, a small flood of semen pouring from her stretched cunt. "One of them will take and you'll have a lovely foal in ten months time."

He looked over her to where a foal was attempting to get his dam to play with him in the field, leaping into the air and crashing down into the soft loam in a bid for her attention. The exhausted appie nuzzled his cock, bringing him back to reality and submissively pushed her tongue out of her mouth, begging for more if he chose to give it.

"And I'll be sure to use you in the meantime."