Jasper had not even been in the rebels’ camp long enough to be given a name when she was betrayed by her previously kind and loving mate. She was idly grazing, feeling large and lazy due to her pregnancy, when she heard the rebels laughing at something. She looked up. To her horror, across the paddock, her stallion was furiously mounting one of the rebels’ mares.
Why would he do that? Not only was it an immense betrayal, but her stallion could do so much better than the mares owned by the rebels. The rebels’ mares were farm horses or cart horses, from poor pedigrees, with poor features. Why was her stallion breeding them?
“I see why his mate is pregnant,” one rebel laughed as Jasper’s stallion dismounted the mare. Even from here, Jasper could see the seed dripping out of the mare’s pussy. No doubt she would be pregnant soon as well. Then, distressing her even more, Jasper’s stallion mounted the next mare. He thrust into her vigorously, both horses neighing at the top of their lungs.
“He must come from a stud farm,” a rebel remarked to another. “That is the only way to explain his stamina.” Jasper’s heart broke more and more as she watched her beloved mate breed every other mare at the camp. They would most certainly all be getting pregnant as well. Her dismay turned to anger. She wouldn’t just stand here and take such disrespect! She had to do something about it.