It was a bright, sunny day in the heart of Shibuya, the only clouds in the sky were the wisps of contrails from jets that passed high over the skyscrapers that towered over the famous Scramble Crossing outside of Shibuya Station. Every person flooded into the street as the lights changed to let the pedestrians cross. The hum of thousands talking to friends, colleagues or partners.

Kikari was one of them, though she was one of the quiet few, her headphones doing their best to block out the din of the city. She scrolled through her phone, the sound of random game soundtracks played in her cat-ear headphones.

Kiraki, or Kiki as her friends would call her, had just turned twenty this spring, and they had given her a wonderful gift.  They’d all gone to a salon and got their hair dyed, Kiki’s shoulder length hair was given a deep purple that faded into blue halfway to the tips. It was wonderful, in her eyes at least. Her parents hadn’t been too happy with it, reprimanding her for doing it without their permission. 

She wore her usual outfit of a button up shirt and a dress that came down to her knees, tall black stockings disappearing beneath the skirt. She didn’t go to school anymore; not yet at least, but she’d been one of the few that loved the look. At just over five foot tall, she stood just short of most of the other people around her.

She was turning into a smaller, quiet side street, when her music cut out and her ringtone came through the headphones. Kikari swiped the answer button, “Moshi Moshi,” she said, expecting one of her friends, but instead, she heard a sharp ringing and hissing coming through the speakers. Pulling her headphones off with a squeak of surprise.

Looking at the screen, she didn’t recognize the number. Shaking her head, she ended the call and checked all of the apps and systems. Everything seemed normal, ‘they probably are having problems with theirs,’ she concluded and continued to walk.

Suddenly, Kikari felt a painful throb in her head, making her stagger. Using the wall for support, she pressed her palm to her head as the floor in front of her blurred and darkened. 

“W-What was that…?” She mumbled to herself, “ugh…I-I need to get home…” Kiki whispered and lowered her headphones onto her neck as she walked down the street, using the wall to keep herself stable.

The ground and walls kept blurring, her vision fading as the pressure on her head grew. Her body felt heavier and heavier with every step. Slumping down onto her knees, she looked out to the crossroads of the busier street beyond. “H-help,” she gave a nearly nonexistent call before she fell forward, her music still playing on the headphones as the world became black and silent.

***

The deep hoot of an owl made Kikari jolt awake. Twisting her head left and right, she looked for the source, soon finding it in a low branch of a fir tree. Kiki stared at it for a few minutes, her eyes as wide as the owl’s. It gave another hoot before flying off silently into the night.

The heavy bird shook some snow from the branch, and made Kikari shake as she felt it land on her skin. It was at that moment that she felt just how cold she was. She shivered violently as she shifted in the snow drift that had started to blow over her. Rubbing her arms with numb, slightly blue fingers, making a futile attempt to warm herself. She shook as she stood up, collecting her phone from the snow. She tried to get it to work, but the screen continued to stay black, ruined from the snow.

“H-H-Hel-l-lo?” She cried out through chattering teeth, the snow giving a soft crunch as she walked, her legs carving out ruts through the forest of frozen firs.

Her legs stung with every movement, her body felt like it was already frozen solid. She continued to call out, brushing past a snow covered tree, getting doused with the powder, making her squeal again. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but freezing on her skin. Rubbing her hands across each side of her face, clearing away the ice, doing what she could to stay warm.

The trees were as thick as a sequoia, the Giant Redwoods she’d visited as a child when her parents took her to California. But she’d never seen snow like this. Looking up, she felt new snowflakes landing on her face, the tops of the trees were obscured in the darkness, making her feel closed in.

Blowing weakly into her hands, she squinted as she saw something flickering just beyond a tree that forked at the base. ‘Is that fire?’ she thought to herself and started walking faster. As she came to the edge of the clearing, the snow became less deep here as there seemed to be a barrier to keep the snow to a minimum. She couldn’t understand why, but what she was focused on was a small dome-shaped shack that held the flickering light within.

She breathed a weak sigh of relief and nearly sprinted to the door, she slammed her frozen hands against the heavy wood. It stood almost twice her height, the single window in the front was still larger than the doors she had in her house. “H-He-Help?! P-P-Pl-lease…” She shivered as she continued to bang on the giant door. She gasped as it clicked open, a wide face of excitement growing on her face as she was hit by a gush of heated air. 

“Th-Thank you!” She cried….to no one. Blinking as the opening door revealed a huge single room interior, a bed that easily would fit a half dozen people her size, a table and a chair that would require a stool just to get into. Just across from the bed was a fireplace, a bonfire filled the hearth. But there wasn’t anybody inside. 

Stepping into the warmth instinctively, she looked outside and then at her soaked through skirt and goose pimpled legs. ‘I’ll just explain what’s going on…’ she thought with a whine and closed the door, grunting as it slammed. Kiki quickly made her way to the fire and sighed as she was filled with warmth once again.

“Oh gods, that’s heavenly.” Kikari rubbed her hands as held them out to the fire. She stood as close as she could without burning herself. She turned around and stuck her backside towards the blaze. Closing her eyes, she felt herself growing tired. When she was jolted awake by the slam of the door.

Looking to the portal to the snowy world beyond, Kiki saw a giant of a man standing there, taking up much of the doorframe. But then he stepped into the light and with a clop of hooves on wood, revealed himself to be not another human, but a massive horse anthro that wore a heavy winter cloak and what looked sort of like a kilt.

He was easily a foot or so taller than she was, his broad shoulders nearly taking up the doorway as he stepped through. His muscles rippled under a black, brown and white pelt. The thick fur around his legs depositing snow on the wood as he clomped over to Kikari, she stumbled back in shock, eyes wide at the massive equine. Opening his mouth, he roared at her. She could hear an obvious pattern of speech underneath a strong whinnying accent, but she couldn’t understand a word he said. 

“P-Please I was lost! I don’t know where I am,” the human tried to talk to him, barely able to get a word through as he overpowered her voice easily.

He continued to speak, pointing out to the doorway, then to her. Stomping over to her and lowering his voice dangerously, before he went to pick her up, just missing her as she dashed away from the horse. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she ran through the door.

She felt the cold spike her skin again as she entered the forest again. Kiki could hear the male stomping behind her, catching up easily. Her foot caught on a root as she fell once again into the snow with a startled yelp. Rolling over, she stared up at the towering form as he stood over her. The giant hand grabbed her upper arm, lifting her easily out of the snow. He spoke, though it sounded mostly to himself as he began to walk back towards the cabin.

She squealed in protest, trying again to explain herself. “I don’t know how I got here!” She cried, “I am freezing. I just needed somewhere to warm up!” Kiki tried to fight him off, digging at the giant hand that held her with surprising gentleness. “P-P-Please…!” She sobbed as she looked at the giant horse man.

He went to a cupboard and dug around inside of it for a second with his free hand. Retracting his hand, Kikari saw a black leather collar in his hands. She barely had a moment to consider it before he deftly put it around her neck, locking it into place with a gentle click. It felt heavy, she touched it and felt a lock on the back of the collar, keeping it clasped around her neck.

The horse then reached back in and pulled out a thick chain. Kiki’s eyes went wide as he moved over to the corner across from the bed, about a dozen paces from the fireplace. There was a metal ring mounted into the wall with a large pile of dried hay. He worked the chain around the ring, he gave it a few tugs to make sure it was tightly in place, he clipped the end to Kiki’s collar, leaving her unable to move more than a couple of feet from the wall.

Tears streamed down her face, the skin of her cheeks bright red from the wetness and the cold. Her body shuddered in a mixture of being wet, cold and fear at the hands of this giant equine. “Please, let me go…” She whined and tugged at the chain, shifting to kneel in front of her captor, bowing and placing her head to her hands. “Please.”

The horse didn’t speak, he didn’t even react to her pleas. He looked her up and down with his deep black eyes. Kiki held her breath as the horseman looked from her hair, down over her bright red face. Stopping curiously at the headphones and following the wire to the destroyed mobile in her hand. Kiki had forgotten about her phone, gripping it tightly the entire time. He took it from her, with a short objection from her, the phone cracking easily, not realising how fragile it was under his powerful grip. Looking at the broken device, the shards fell to the ground with a light clatter.

Returning his gaze to her form, he lifted her back to her feet to get a proper look. Kikari’s black bra was visible through the wet button up shirt. Continuing down he glanced at her skirt and lowered his head and gave her a deep, breathy sniff. 

“H-Hey!” She cried out as he snorted heavily as he pulled back with a small whinny. Her eyes met his again as they roamed back up to her face. He spoke again deeply at her before his large hand gripped her skirt and shirt at once, yanking them both off, the sharp pull knocking her headphones to the floor as she was left in tatters of her clothes, her underwear, stockings and shoes the only thing left on her person. And those didn’t last long as he tore them from her body as well. Each article was tossed into the fire, leaving her naked in front of him.

“N-No!” She screamed. “Gods, Please!” She cried out and fought harder as he tightened his grip again, making her gasp as she was let go and fell back onto her backside, shuddering as even next to the large fireplace, the wood floor felt cold. Her hands came up to cover herself as best as she could from the male.

He went once again to the cupboard and shuffled around a few glasses before he came out with a short bottle and turned back to her. Speaking at her again, lifting a light pink coloured vial and he walked back towards her.

Kiki pulled back, eyes wide. “W-What is that?” She whispered as he knelt down next to her. He spoke to her and popped the cork, bringing it to her mouth. “A-Ah n-no!” Kiki pulled back, turning her head as she covered her mouth. “I’m not-I’m not going to drink that!”

But the stallion wasn’t taking that for an answer. He grabbed her again and pulled her in close, he wrapped his arm around her and managed to pin her arms next to her sides. “No!” She cried again, but he tipped the concoction into her mouth.

It was sweet, but thick like syrup as it slid down her throat. She struggled in his arms, but the fight was dying as she felt a heavy heat in the bottom of her stomach. It drew her to sleep quickly, her naked form limp in his arms.

The horse laid her down gently and then added a few logs onto the fire before he looked at her and left again, his hooves clopping on the wood as he reached the door.

***

The human woke up, hearing quiet, but deep singing, blinking groggily, the one room cabin coming into view. The horse was cutting vegetables and tossing them into a pot that he kept close at hand. He looked over and stood up before taking the large pot and hooking it above the fire.

“You’re up.”

Kikari’s eyes were wide. “I-I can understand you!?” She spoke quickly. 

“And I can understand you as well.” He nodded. Kneeling down next to her, he looked into her eyes and handed her a pair of long socks made from the fur of some animal she couldn’t begin to guess. “The floors get cold, so you’ll wear this…only this. He said plainly as he knelt down next to her.

Kikari held the fur socks and looked up at her captor. He was very strongly built, easy to tell as he wore nothing but a kilt, the thick hair on his legs must keep them warm while he’s out. But what drew her eye was a light pink length that stood out from his dark haired legs. 

“My name is Jesegey, and you will be my broodmare.” Jesegey said simply, putting it bluntly as he looked her over again.

“W-What!” She squeaked as her attention was pulled away from Jesegey’s heavy orbs that hung just below the hem of his unintentionally lifted kilt. “N-No That’s not... I can’t, it…It’s not possible” she stammered as he stood up.

“You will be.” He said sternly, “That potion I gave you did more than make us able to communicate.” He pointed lower on her belly, a dull pink ‘tattoo’ appeared on her lower belly, almost invisible on her skin, like an old scar. It looked like a diagram of a womb, though more like a tribal design. “And we will not stop until you bare my child.” Jesegey said plainly. “While we wait for dinner.” 

Flinching away, she shook her head, “N-No, I will not!” She said, the most firm response she could muster.

Giving a deep rumble, the stallion grabbed her chain and pulled her close. “You trespassed on my land, broke into my house and so you belong to me; my property.” He emphasised this by grabbing her collar. Unclipping the chain from the collar and pulling her towards the bed. 

Pulling her to sit on his lap, his member lifted the kilt and stood proud between her knees. He began groping and molesting her. His hands massaging her breasts and slipping between her thighs, easily parting them despite her fighting. Jesegey’s thick fingers teased around her sex, rubbing over her labia and her clit.

“Please..” She tried to get away, Kikari shook her head trying her best to stifle the moans he forced from her at his teasing, trying to get away from the male. “N-N-Nooo!” She shook her head violently. “Please, don’t. I-I’ll l-l-leave. I didn’t…” She felt her stomach turn as he kept rubbing her pussy.

He continued to tease her a few moments longer. “We will try now,” the stallion huffed, it was obvious the male was pent up, he took hold of one her thighs, keeping them parted to keep the human’s sex exposed, she covered her face as he used his other hand to stroke his shaft, spreading the precum before he angled himself against her slit. The broad head touched her sex. She looked up at him, her mascara smeared by her tears, and he shifted both hands so they held her legs, and he pushed forward.

“N-No!” She cried out. But, it slipped against her labia and up against her belly. His orbs bounced between her legs as he grunted heavily. Looking down, she saw it laid against her belly. There was about a foot of rigid horse meat. The semi-flared head sat just below her chest, oozing more precum against her skin. “I-I can’t. I-i-it's impossible–” she begged and looked into his eyes, wiggling as she hopelessly fought the male’s grip on her legs.

“It isn’t, I promise,” he pulled back and tried again and again, slipping each time. He snorted in frustration and let go of one of her legs to hold his shaft near his preputial ring and tried again. 

“Nononono!” She squealed out and kicked with her one free leg, uselessly hitting his thigh as it tensed and she felt the flare squish against her sex. 

It once again slipped against her skin and laid against her belly as it began to soften. “Not yet…” he grumbled in frustration. “Just got to do a few exercises to stretch you so you’ll be ready for me.” He said and grabbed a length of rope that led to the corner of the bed, her eyes locking on to the male’s as he tied her hands to the bedpost, tightly binding her to it. His large frame came to sit between her legs, keeping them apart.

“Just relax. It’ll feel good, I promise.” He said as she groaned as he placed his large hand against her bare slit, gently rubbing over her mound.

Grimacing, Kikari wiggled and tried to pull away, but her bound arms gave her very little room to move. She felt his hand teasing her, being gentle as he rubbed. The digits pressed against her lips, pressing one thick finger in and making her gasp.

She was feeling the pleasure. But the feeling of disgust filled her stomach more. She didn’t want to feel this, not by Jesegey. He kept fingering her, and she felt herself grow slowly wet. “S-St-Stop…” She felt close to crying as he did just the opposite as she moaned and slid a second finger into her.

Her hips gently rolled as pleasure kept flooding her body despite her best ability to fight it off. Her heart hammered in her chest as she turned her head to look at the domed roof, giving weak sobs as tears filled her eyes.
Two fingers turned into three over long minutes. Soft squelches sounded as he fingered her, her pussy growing more and more wet by the minute. “Hmm. You’re ready.” He said after another long few minutes of fingering her with three digits. Adjusting himself and shifting her so she was on her hands and knees. He crawled back over her and began to try again, his member hard again. This time, like he said, Kiki was ready.

The air caught in her throat as she tried to scream, but was unable to as she felt the thick member slip into her sex. He was bigger than her wrist, so it wasn’t like he was gigantic. She was a virgin, never having been with a man, but she wasn’t a stranger to the pleasures of penetration. But this horse was beyond anything she’d even have dreamed to take. She finally managed a soft squeak, nearly silent over the male’s bellowing moan. “T-take it out…please. It’s too much.” she nearly mouthed.

The stallion didn’t. He did the opposite entirely and kept pushing. She groaned as he slipped forward a few more inches into her. Trying to crawl away, she fought uselessly while she cried from the pain she felt of the stallion forcing himself within her.

The flat head ground against her cervix, the length that remained outside bending slightly at the resistance. But then, the male shifted, “Breath. It’ll only hurt a short while.” He said, holding her hips again, he rocked forward, her belly bulging with his cock as it breached her womb and pressed into her deepest depths.

The air was forced from her lungs as he was now almost fully hilted within her. She thought she would have broken from such an act, but other than the pain that stole her voice once again; unable to scream or beg him to stop again, she could feel the pleasure beginning to form under the pain.

The beast man started moving, his mind lost to the lust that had been pent up without a mare to bed. His pre-slickened cock slipped in and out, slow at first, but it didn’t take any time for him to start moving the entire length of his cock in and out of Kiki’s passage.

Kikari pressed her balled up hands firmly against her face, lowering her chest as he held her hips. She sobbed and tried her best to block out his moans. Her mind was going blank, the pain becoming too much as he forced the air from her lungs with every thrust as the flaring head bulged her belly, showing his entire length buried up to just under her ribcage. 

It didn’t take long for the pent up stallion to moan out and slam into her, his flare inflating and locking him within her womb, throbbing powerfully as jet upon jet of horse cum filled her belly. The horse bit her neck as he came, gently holding her as he climaxed inside. What felt like gallons bloated her stomach as she cried out, screaming as she was forced to hold every drop of cum the horse had to give.

“Stop!” She whimpered out and clenched her toes as he rocked into her, her own body filled with unwanted orgasm. His motions churned the seed with each motion. “I-It’s too much.” Kiki looked at her belly, feeling as the hot seed began to leak around his cock, already softening and slipping out, followed by a gush of his seed, soaking the blankets as her belly flattened once again. Trying to get away from him, she felt heavy but light-headed and dizzy.

He looked at her stretched pussy, before she closed her legs and pulled herself to the head of the bed. Sliding up next to her and shifted her to the side, giving a pleased rumble. “You did well, Dunguur. Rest well…We’ll try again tomorrow.” He said after a glance to her belly before he laid down and fell asleep next to her.

***

She didn’t sleep at all well that night, the snoring of the horseman kept her awake most of the night and the fear of his touch each time he rolled over didn’t help either. As the morning came, the fire was mere cinders in the fireplace. Kikari stared into the fireplace as she felt him shift and the stiff shaft of horse cock pressed against her backside, sliding between her cheeks as he humped gently in his sleep.

Jesegey spoke as he woke up. “Hmm Dunguur, Let’s try this again….” He said as he pulled her to lay on her back and rolled so he was laying on top of Kiki.

Shaking her head feebly, Kikari whimpered, “please…no….more.” she said in the barest of whispers.

“Once you bare my child, Dunguur” he said plainly.

She felt him grind against her, the hard shaft slipping against her clit as he ground against her before pulling back to line himself up with her pussy. This time, she took it on the first attempt, his cum from the previous night helping to keep her lubricated.

Kikari groaned once again, half in disgust as she felt a spike of pleasure at being taken again. He didn’t last too long this morning, being worked up for easily an hour before he properly woke up. He moaned out as he came again inside of her, making her gasp as she came with him.

Her gut twisting as he pulled back out, he rubbed her pussy, his eyes looking at her bulged belly. “Start the fire. Hold my load as best as you can.” Jesegey said as he stood up, his member still dripping as the kilt fell into place once again. Untying her from the bed and putting the chain back onto the collar before he walked towards the door, stepping out into the early morning, winter air.

Kikari did as best as she could to do what she was told. Her thighs were tightly pressed together, simultaneously sticky and slick with her juices and his cum that oozed out slowly. She shifted the burnt out ash, finding a few hot glowing coals in the fire, she put a few smaller sticks on it to try and get the fire started again. Each movement and bend of her torso made her gasp and drip more cum down her thighs and onto the floor. 

Moving the forgotten stew from the previous night, she managed to get the fire roaring again. Rubbing her sticky form, she looked down at her belly and saw the tattoo on her belly, what would have been ovaries were shaped like a pair of horseshoes, the dull pink heart showed her womb and a pair of waving lines trailed from the bottom of the heart, creating her ‘passage’.

Her heart beat heavily and her stomach twisted into knots. Rubbing her belly to ease the discomfort, she felt how sticky she was with his cum. 

The male came back in, giving a sigh of relief, he looked at her. “I will be leaving until nightfall, Dunguur. When I return, you will present yourself to me.” the horse said in a commanding tone, grabbing his cloak, her stepped out with another word.

***

Jesegey returned later that evening, and just as he said, he was expecting her. But as he stepped in, she would push herself back against the wall, the chain hanging slack. He stepped in and smiled gently at her naked form. “Did you forget?”

She tried to cover herself and shook her head. “N-No…” She bit her lip and pulled back as he reached out for her. Moving to the corner, the chain clinked as it was pulled tight.

“Then…present yourself, Dunguur.” the horse said in gentle demand and grabbed the chain and pulled Kikari to him. Lifting her up, he began to finger her again deeply, she gasped and pushed at his forearm as it all began to happen again. She pleaded to be let go, Jesegey continued to molest…and eventually took her again, turning her to face the wall so he could take her from behind once again.

When he came again, he bit her shoulder, making her cum as he held himself in her bulging belly until he grew soft and slipped out of Kiki, who instinctively held her captor’s cum as best as she could. She knelt down as he petted her head lightly before he went to clean up and get dinner ready.

 The stallion took her like that every day. She’d build the fire in the morning after taking his morning wood. Then at the end of the day, quenching the fire before he took her again.

The more she did it, the more she was enjoying it. It knotted her stomach to think that she was enjoying this male breeding her. But she couldn’t deny her climaxes were coming more quickly, more pleasurable each time he bit her as he filled her. After two weeks, every feeling of disgust faded.

She was allowed to sleep next to him, her hands still tied to the bedpost. That was until she started her moon. During this time, she was forced to sleep on the hay bed just under the hook where her chain had attached. But her period wasn’t any reason for him to stop. Despite her arguments to take the time away from Jesegey’s attempts to breed her. It actually encouraged him to have sex with her more often, almost being rougher when he did so.

For a time, she’d become rather numb to his pleasures, growing to just accept his advances, letting him have his way with her, left to clean up as he went about his day. Her period was over, and she was enjoying the male’s length bulging her belly once again. 

***

One day, a couple weeks after her moon ended, Kiki looked down at the tattoo on her belly one day, noticing the pink lines were growing slightly brighter. In the centre of the ‘womb’ a smaller solid coloured heart appeared.

It was at this moment that her body heated and felt like an all over blush had taken her. It felt like a switch had been flipped in her mind. Rubbing her belly, Kikari felt herself grow wet with arousal, and when she heard the heavy clunk of the door opening, she smiled at the male.

She couldn’t move away from the bedding of straw, but she surely could entice the giant of a horseman. “Jesegey…” She said, realising that this was the first time she’d actually used the name. Without a word, she parted her legs in an invitation to the male, willingly presenting her pussy to the male for the first time.

He growled and smiled, dropping his cloak onto the back of the chair, he walked over, his member already at half mast. “Are you feeling well, my Dunguur?” 

“Very well…” She said as he pressed his member against her sex, “I want you, Jesegey,” looking down at the tattoo as she felt him slide in. Kikari moaned and arched her back as that motion of his member sinking into her pussy, the flared head stopping just as it bumped her cervix. He bred her again, but this time, she was begging for more. The pleasure was obvious on her face. Kiki actually began to kiss the stallion as they mated, properly as a couple in her eyes.

He came inside her again and bit her on the shoulder as he did so, adding to the marks that showed on her neck from his love bites. He unclipped her collar and took the chain off of the hook, letting her wander the cabin now. She cleaned the mess she and he made before helping him cook food for them.

Over the course of a couple of weeks, the tattoo grew more clear and vibrant, glowing a hot pink, the heart growing to take up much of her womb. “This tattoo…” She said when she looked at it as they laid in the afterglow. She rubbed over her swollen belly. “It shows…our child…” She panted and smiled, leaning into the males chest as she closed her eyes and enjoying as his large hand massaged her backside.

Jesegey smiled and gave a nod. “It is a symbol of your duty.” He said, she gave a gentle moan at the tone in his voice. “It’ll glow brighter as our child grows.”

“When…I give birth…how soon can we…?” She gave a soft chuckle, his hardy laugh overpowering hers easily.

“We need your body to rest for a while. But once you’re ready…we’ll have another.” he said and continued to massage her backside as she leaned into him, moaning her approval of his touch.

“Can we go again, now, then?” She said with a wide smile, the horse giving another heavy laugh.

***

The days turned to turn to weeks which turned to months. Kikari showed him everything she knew about sex. Between different positions and oral sex. They did the latter more often as her belly continued to grow rounder with her foal. She cooed at her belly, the heart in the womb tattoo grew large with each passing day. 

Kiki had been given material and sinew to sew her own clothes. She madea long dress, large enough she could wear it anytime she was pregnant, but a sash kept it tight when she wasn’t. Not that she wore it that often, usually only when Jesegey would take her out for the day.

The winter faded into spring, the air finally starting to warm up as the heavy snow melted, flowers and grass bloomed and filled the forest with colour. Dunguur, as she’d taken the name fully now, was at the last few days of her pregnancy. Her belly was rounded and gravid with the horse’s cub and her body was ready for the cub to be born.

Jesegey never left her side during this period, their roles almost swapped as he waited on her for whatever she needed. Which usually was to enjoy giving him pleasure with her mouth, her body adjusting to taking much of him into her throat before she had to stop and bob until he filled her already swollen form with heavy jets of cum.

The female human grunted heavily as she pushed, the  broad shoulders struggled to be pushed from her body. Screaming in pain, Jesegey helped as best as he could, his large hands were gentle as he encouraged his foal’s shoulders. 

Panting heavily, she kept pushing until the child slipped free at long last, hours of contractions and pushing, guided by the stallion. Dunguur kept pushing, whimpering as she looked down at the male, breathing between contractions.

“Almost there, Dunguur.”

“Ahnn!” She screamed out when another contraction came, and she began to push. And thanks to her mate’s help, the shoulders finally slipped free. She couldn’t help but give a weak sigh as the building pressure within was all released once the cub shifted and much more easily birthed. 

Jesegey cleaned the foal and slipped up next to her gently, cradling the young one into the human’s arm, their newborn finding her bare nipple and began to nurse, drinking as they sat side by side.

The foal kept drinking as she gently stroked over the cub’s head, her body relaxing as she fed her child. Tears began to fill her eyes as she looked down on the child. She felt Jesegey’s arm around her, smiling as the stallion gently rubbed over the male’s side, “you’ve done well, Dunguur.” He said and kissed her head, feeling her lean into him and breathing quietly as she drifted off from the exertion of the birth, the stallion helping to keep the newborn drinking his first milk.

***

It had been years since Dunguur had arrived at Jesegey’s cabin during that harsh winter night. She’d fully become his, almost begging him for his pleasure daily. The tattoo had faded back to the dull pink after her first was born, but after she became pregnant, it grew vibrant once again. And again.

Her hair had grown dark with no way for her to re-dye it, she’d gone unshaven and mostly unwashed; only taking a wash in the brook when they’d been extra messy in their love making. She still had the clothes she made, but they rarely saw use, she’d usually only wear the tunic like top when they’d gone to the village together. 

Three naked foals ran about the bright green, giggling as they chased each other. Dunguur watched her children from the doorway of the hut. She was just as naked, loving the warm spring air on her skin. Her stomach was rounded once again, the tattoo was bright pink, showing she was pregnant with a fourth.

Jesegey stepped out and hugged the human female from behind. He wore his kilt, his black, white and brown pelt almost gleaming in the sunlight. He gently rubbed her from her head, down her back and gave her rump a firm squeeze. “You’ve done well, Dunguur.” He said as their children ran around the clearing in front of the hut.

“Hmm I was trained by a wonderful Master…” She sighed and pushed back into his groping. “I was feeling my contractions…yesterday.” Dunguur said softly and moaned as he massaged her rear. “Well…early this morning, so…” She tried to keep her moans down around her children.

“Hmm.” Jesegey said thoughtfully. “We’ll settle in early this evening and bring our child into this world.” He said.

“N-not too quickly.” She blushed and whimpered as another contraction. “I’m…enjoying this.” She whispered in pleasure, pushing back into his giant hand as he squeezed once again.

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