Ebony was a favorite of the royalists, who liked to walk her on a lead, brush her, and otherwise give her enormous amounts of attention. The filly was being spoiled by the men on the day that Morningstar realized they couldn’t stay.
The stallions of the camp were incredibly alluring to Morningstar, something the mare considered to be not just due to her horse instincts. She had become a concubine for a reason. Sex was her favorite activity in the world. And it had been far too long since she engaged in it. With the men distracted by Ebony, they didn’t realize one of the stallions had escaped his corral until he was already upon Morningstar.
Morningstar whinnied in greeting at the stallion that approached her. He was a handsome chestnut thoroughbred named Duke, and had likely escaped from a noble family’s home when they fled. Of all the stallions, he was the one that had caught her eye the most. She was more than happy for him to satisfy her.
Duke lowered his head to sniff Morningstar’s pussy. Morningstar quickly moved her tail to the side, allowing him more access. She shivered in excitement as the stallion licked her already wet pussy. The stallion seemed to be taking his time. Normally, she would welcome that, but every second the stallion spent not fucking her was a second that one of the men could look over and separate the two.
Finally, Morningstar felt Duke’s hooves upon her back. With one clean move, he shoved his enormous cock into her. Morningstar couldn’t help the whinny of delight that escaped her. The men looked over at the sound. Hearing the shouts of the men, Duke furiously and frantically thrust into Morningstar, shooting load after enormous load of semen. By the time the men separated the two horses, Duke had produced so much seed that it was dripping out of Morningstar’s pussy.
“Mother!” Ebony whinnied, rushing over. “Are you okay?” Morningstar nuzzled the filly.
“I am fine.”
“But Duke-”
“I am fine,” Morningstar repeated firmly. Ebony seemed to doubt her, but didn’t say anything.
One of the men had a relative who was a horse witch. The man had his relative come to the camp to check Morningstar over. The royalists had planned on training Morningstar to be used in battle, but if Duke had impregnated her, that would not be an option. The horse witch scanned Morningstar and informed the royalists that she was pregnant, likely with more than one foal, though it was too early to know for sure.
Morningstar’s stomach churned. She hadn’t taken into consideration the possibility that Duke would impregnate her. After all, she had given birth so recently, surely she couldn’t conceive. To Morningstar’s disappointment, she knew they could no longer stay at the royalist camp. They needed to leave. She couldn’t just keep giving birth to foals. She had to return to her family.