Midday stopped nuzzling Midnight and left her line of sight. Promptly, Midnight felt his familiar weight on her back. She whinnied angrily at him. She had just given birth and he was trying to impregnate her again? Despite her attempts to buck him off and loud protests, Midday shoved his cock into her. Midnight neighed in delight. She had forgotten just how good sex with her stallion was.
Midday shoot an enormous stream of his seed into Midnight, then dismounted. With how voracious her mate was, however, Midnight knew he would be back for more. And within a few hours, he was. Like when they had been traveling, Midnight’s mind went hazy during and after sex with Midday. Her life became a consistent schedule of sex with Midday, nursing Dusk, being ridden by the rebels, and then sex with Midday again.
It was only a matter of time before she became pregnant again. Carlisle was the one to spot Midnight’s new pregnancy.
“Your mate could not help himself, could he?” Carlisle asked Midnight. He stroked her neck. “Not to worry, girl. Some horses were meant for breeding, not riding. Your mate was certainly meant to be a stud. And you, well, you are a fine horse for riding when not pregnant. Though you make an excellent broodmare, if we could keep stallions away from you, you would be the finest steed in the kingdom.” With that, Carlisle left to inform the camp’s leader that Midnight was pregnant again.
During their conversation, Carlisle and the camp’s leader walked by the paddock. Midnight trotted over to them, hoping to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“I think it would be best if Midnight were sent to a different place, at least while she is with foal and nursing,” Carlisle said. The camp leader nodded. “Midday is too distractable to make a good warhorse. I can make arrangements for him to go to a local breeding farm. The owners will be indebted to us for giving them such a fine stallion for free, and no doubt help our cause.”
“A wise move,” the camp leader said. Midnight’s heart sunk. Was she going to be separated from her stallion?
“Dusk can go with his mother, though he will likely stay behind once we retrieve her. She would be a most excellent warhorse, were she not pregnant. Once she gives birth and weans her second foal, we will take Midnight back, and give her foals to whomever houses her as a gift.”
“Also wise,” the camp leader said. “Where do you suggest we send Midnight and Dusk?”