The stallions at the camp had long been sniffing around Jasper, but she ran from them all before they could mount her. No more. If her stallion could mate with all the mares, then she could mate with all the stallions. She was already pregnant anyways. She couldn’t get more pregnant.
Jasper trotted over to one of the rebels’ stallions. It was the camp leader’s steed, a dark brown powerful stallion named Oskar. He was the only horse at camp one bred for war. She stood in front of him and whisked her tail to the side, presenting her eager pussy to him. Oskar sniffed her pussy with interest, then promptly mounted her. To her surprise, he got his cock in her on the first try. And sex with him was even more enjoyable than with her stallion.
Jasper neighed happily as Oskar thrust into her vigorously. Already, she could feel pleasure rippling across her body, and she hadn’t even orgasmed yet. Oskar took his time, drawing out the sex much longer than Jasper’s stallion, but eventually, they both came. Oskar shot a massive load of seed into Jasper. Jasper turned around, nuzzled him, and then trotted to the next stallion, a draft horse named Boulder.
After Boulder took his turn, Jasper gradually made her way through every single stallion. Jasper felt a sense of sneering pride as her mate watched every stallion fuck her harder than he ever had. After all, while her mate was still better than most of the rebels’ horses at sex, he was by no means the best. That title had to belong to Oskar.
Eventually, the final stallion, a painted horse named Danger, shot his seed into Jasper and dismounted. Jasper stood still for a moment. While she had done this exercise to make her stallion jealous, it had another significant side effect, one she was trying to come to terms with.