Sometime later, Jen slowly came back to her senses. She found herself once again slumped over in a messy aftermath of her own making. Unlike last time, however, the only eyes available to her were the ones in her head. All the others were either inside her, submerged in cum, or both.
Yet even now her balls occasionally churned, ushering a few last spurts of cum from her cocks. She was too exhausted to do anything about the one lodged in her mouth, which had at some time point pushed itself down into her throat where it remained, continuing to feed her her own cum.
Speaking of which, the persistent taste and smell of horse cum no longer bothered her. In fact, she liked it. She liked it a LOT. She didn’t know why she suddenly did, and a part of her knew that it should have worried her. But as it mingled with the sweet cream of her cow’s milk, she couldn’t help but think how heavenly it smelled, and she quickly forgot her fears.
With one final spurt, she felt warm cum trickle out from her pussy and down the back of her ballsack. It only just now overflowed. She smiled. She was a good mare and had taken all the cum she possibly could. She gazed at her rounded belly fondly, hoping that she’d gotten herself pregnant. Her horse half sat heavy and bloated with the stuff. She could probably give birth to two if not three horses. She already looked the part.
She was just thinking how wonderful it would be to be father and mother both to foals of her own, not thinking it strange in the least, when she felt her cocks come back under her control.
She gagged as she withdrew the horsecock from her throat. Frothy horse cum came pouring from her mouth. She was genuinely saddened to see it fall to the floor. Her cum belonged inside a horse cunt, not on the ground.
The heavy strand of cum that ran from her lips to the tip of the cock shone brightly in the light. She waved her cock around, giggling at how it seemed to dance in the air. Distance didn’t seem to have an effect, which wasn’t a surprise to Jen. As the mightiest stallion in the world, her semen had to be at least this potent after all. Eventually she took the cock back into her mouth to lick it clean of the delicious cum.
The twin cocks in her pussy proved a trickier manner. At first, she tried to simply pull them out of herself. Her tugging merely squeezed the cum out of the tightly wound cocks. She frowned as the warm excess ran down her backside.
No, Jen would have to unwind them first. But then she stopped to think. They felt so good, and if she took them out then all the horse semen would come out of her pussy. She needed to be a good stallion and make sure all this cum stayed inside her mare pussy so she got pregnant. Why did she even think about pulling them out in the first place? So, she decided to leave them there.
By now her strength was returning. She picked herself up off the ground. Her matted body dripped with milk and cum.
Farmhands moved toward Jen to clean her and collect her prized cum. They worked over every inch of her body with warm soap and water, unphased as though they’d done this a hundred times. Her intimate parts weren’t left out either, leaving Jen moaning under their ministrations.
Something resembling a ring of rolling pins was brought out. Jen groaned in slight discomfort it was secured around the base of her left elephant cock. Two workers, one on either side, pulled the contraption along the large shaft, squeezing it tight and forcing the unejaculated cum out into the condom. Her right elephant cock received the same treatment after which both condoms were removed.
Filled to bursting with the world’s most potent horse semen, the condoms took several workers to lift them. Jen huffed to herself, feeling content with how prolific she was. Her cum would no doubt result in countless pregnant mares around the world. They sloshed heavily as they were wheeled away on the kind of carts she’d only seen in hardware stores.
“Sold, to number 29!”
On the other side of the barn, the auction of her milk and cum had begun. Jen watched as ridiculously large numbers were thrown about in rapid succession. She grew angry whenever someone lowballed the price. It attacked her pride as a stallion. Her cum was more valuable than anything those pathetic suits could fathom. They should act like it.
Before long, the sound of gavel hitting wood marked the end of the auction. By now only a handful of workers remained. Jen lay patiently, admiring herself in a nearby mirror as they brushed her mane and tail into a luxurious shine.
Jen’s mom approached her, arms opened. “You did great Honey, a whole 15 gallons! You’da thunk it was your first time!”
Jen returned the hug, annoyed. “I could have done better than that,” she said arrogantly.