“Breed me nooow!!! I demand your CUM!!! ” Said the sad breeder in the corner. “This bitch is getting on my nerves” you say. A breeder doesn’t demand ANYTHING. They take what they are given submissively, knowing that they are worth nothing besides the foals they produce and whatever their master sees fit to do with them. You’ll give her what she’s asking for. And then some.
Her screeching mouth was wide open so you rammed your horse hose in so hard that she become concussed on the spot. As she goes limp you don’t let up, vigorously face fucking the fucktoy till you hear a sudden sharp “crack” reverberating from her neck.
You don’t even give her the decency to cum in her. The moment you throw the lifeless body aside you see your TRUE breeder. The boy stayed silent the whole time. Not even paying attention to his Mothers brutal fate, but instead his eyes were locked on to your magnificent frame in the same way one may look enraptured at a god.
This is what you wanted. What you NEEDED. The perfect breeding bitch to worship you is not a girl, its a love drunk de masculinated boy.
You get started right away changing this faggot so that he may properly serve your needs.
He becomes an anthro horse just like you, but where you are the peak of Adonis Masculinity, you make sure he’s a skinny pitiful twink with a large fured ass, childbearing hips, feminine features bloated bimbo lips, and a prepubescent clit dick and marble sized balls, perfect to compare your gargantuan members too and assert your unquestioned dominance.
The newly christened filly looks at you and with his new, obnoxiously ostentatious, high gay lilt in his voice he says “master I want to be your mare!” And shows you his magnificent heart shaped sissy ass ripe for the taking