The first stallion that had mounted Thunder, impregnating her, gave off an air that Gelvin recognized immediately. She did a magical scan of him to confirm her suspicions. Yes! The stallion was a Horse Witch in horse form! But why? How? Gelvin had a million questions.
Gelvin carefully approached the stallion. The stallion looked at her with an interest that made Gelvin proud and flattered to be an attractive mare.
"I sense you are a Horse Witch," she neighed. "As am I. I am Gelvin Warstone. And you are?"
"Hektir Blackstone." Hektir looked Gelvin up and down. "And surprised to see a fellow Horse Witch here. What is your story?" Gelvin quickly told him everything. When she finished, Hektir nodded. "You will be allowed to leave eventually. The breeder does not wish for people to look too closely at his breeding stock. But expect to produce a handful of foals first." Gelvin nodded sadly. But at least she would be allowed to leave. Eventually.
"What brings you here, as a stud?" she whinnied. Hektir laughed.
"I will tell you only once you let me mount you. I have been mating dumb mares and miss lovemaking with someone who has some measure of intelligence."
Even if Gelvin wasn't desperate for the information, she wouldn't have been able to turn Hektir down. The breeding paste was still strong on her. She obediently moved her tail to the side. Hektir's strong front legs landed on her back. Shortly after, his massive cock made its way into her equine womanhood. Gelvin's eyes rolled to the back of her head with pleasure. She thought Thunder was good, but Hektir was a thousand times better! Hektir shot load after load into her, making her whinny with ecstasy each time. When he finished, he dismounted with a smug expression.
"Congratulations," he neighed. "I gave you an extra foal." Gelvin stared at him in horror. Triplets? Hektir laughed. "Relax. I pull this all the time with the broodmares. The breeder is used to triplet foals." Gelvin was perplexed and wanted to inquire more, but Thunder was nearing the end of the stallions waiting to mate with her. She didn't have much time.
"Tell me now, Hektir," Gelvin commanded, even as she felt his seed dripping down her legs. "Why and how are you here?"