Monica resisted everything the farmer threw at her. She could not and would not be tamed. She refused to be ridden, to do tricks, to pull anything. The farmer fumed. With a mare this stubborn, there was only one thing to do. Only one thing she could be used for.
Monica, now Tempest, resisted being brought into the large stall. But that was typical for her. She resisted everything, even if it was good for her. The farmer left, closing the stall door behind him. Tempest snorted and turned around, wondering what the farmer had in store for her. A second door to the stall opened. A massive, gorgeous black stallion came in. Tempest's heart sunk. Oh, no. Was he-
"Look, I tried my best, girl," the farmer said from outside the stall. "But there's clearly only one thing you're good for. You did this to yourself by being so stubborn."
"Please," Tempest neighed. "Can we-" Then the stallion was on her. Tempest whinnied in shock as she felt his hooves on her back. Frantically, she tried to buck him off, but he was too big. The stallion plunged his massive cock deep into her pussy. Tempest neighed loudly.
The stallion humped vigorously, filling her with enormous amounts of semen. After several agonizing minutes, he pulled out and dismounted. The second door opened. He exited through it. But Tempest's experience was not over. A second stallion came in.
"Horse breeding is difficult," the farmer said over Tempest and the stallion's whinnies. "I'm throwing every stallion on the farm at you. Maybe once you have a foal or two, you'll calm down. And we're going to keep this going until we know you're pregnant."
True to his word, the farmer let every stallion have a shot at Tempest. And then again the next day. And the next day. Over and over, until finally, the farmer examined her and declared she was pregnant.
Tempest knew she should be horrified, scared, and angry to be reduced to a broodmare. But honestly, she was just glad the forced mating was over.