Forcing herself to shuffle forward with a foal forming inside her was difficult. Every heaving breath made her shorter of breath. If only her breath was as easy to catch as she was. She rolled her eyes so hard that it took her eyes an extra couple of moments to refocus. Misty was accustomed to the combination of heavy gags and bridles paired with the combination of heavier ankle cuffs and spreader bars. Misty dragged her feet.

She was resigned to her fate. Her brows creased when she noticed a stallion in her paddock. Her paddock was supposed to be her sanctuary from all of this nonsense. How dare he?

For the first time in a while, Misty felt a surge of anger so potent that she charged at him. The dappled mare bared her teeth and made a growling noise. She stopped short of the binds tripping her, but the message was clear. If he wanted to breed he could find some other mare.

The stallion was caught off guard by the hostility and jumped back. He was here from another stable, where things ran differently.

"Hello there."

"What do you want?" Misty snapped, grinding her teeth.

"I was hoping that we could walk together?"

"Bite me!" On second thoughts, that was not something she wanted him to act upon.

"Hey now. I'm not going to do that."

She choked, her brain registering what the Tennesse Walker stallion said.

Due to his breeding, Rusty had a calm and confident disposition and a hypnotic gait.

"I am new here. Can you show me where I have to go?"

"Where are you going?" Misty asked warily.

"To that building, I think?" He gestured with his head.

"Why?"

That is how I ended up in this position.

Misty lamented bitterly to herself. She could berate the staff of the stables all she wanted. Humans could not understand horses.

Though, this time the orange-ish stallion stood nearby without being tethered to anything. Very patient and well-behaved. Especially compared to Aster, who was unforgettable due to his arrogance. Misty knew stallions were only here for one reason and it was not conversation. A mare could dream, couldn't she?

The staff had done something different this time. Misty was outfitted to position her ass pointed high in the air while her face was pressed into the floor of the empty room. Rusty took his place behind her. Her flank was sandwiched between his front legs. She braced herself to have a cock slammed into her, but he entered her slowly and gently.

Instead the rocking of his hips gently swayed her udder to nudge against her inner legs, his body and her dappled underbelly. Massaging the soft pink flesh of her udder. She moaned into her gag. Drool overflowed from her mouth like a waterfall. Milk streamed down from her release of pressure was better than anything she felt before. Rusty was larger than Aster. Not by much, but he did not behave the same as Aster. She almost forgot about the ropes until she tried to stretch her legs. Her back and neck arched. She would not mind this stallion pounding against her womb.

Ah...Ah... Misty panted. Her lungs burned. Her orgasm intensified. I'm going to...Yes!