“And I said it will be okay!” shouts Patty, and she lunges back. Her penis hits right on Jacob’s steaming, creaming pussy, and enters three inches. An explosion of ecstasy envelopes Jacob’s mind, and Patty thrusts again, and again into Jacob, gaining a few inches with each thrust into Jacob’s virginity. Jacob and Patty scream and whiney together in pleasure as inch by inch Patty’s dick is buried in the soft folds of Jacob’s pussy. In a matter of seconds, Patty is completely buried inside of Jacob. Jacob could never of imagined the ecstasy as Patty pulls out nearly two feet then plunges back balls deep inside of his steaming pussy. Jacob’s pussy is clenching and squeezing of it’s own accord, and he just goes along for the ride. It feels like it’ll never end as Patty plunges in and out with enormous force and stamina, and Jacob feels something building up inside of him. The pleasure is getting better and better, until suddenly he orgasms, his pussy spraying out their combined juices as it grips hard at Patty’s boner. Patty, too, now starts to go faster, and with more force. Her balls are now slapping with each powerful thrust. She’s in awe at her new penis, it’s so much different from her vagina and feels so much better inside of Jacob. She goes faster and faster, trying to get more and more pleasure, and does. Her gigantic balls seem to tighten, and Patty screams again in pleasure, then in triumph as her cum travels up her dick, deep into Jacob. She might as well be pissing into Jacob, and cum flows into Jacobs still spasming pussy, filling him up until it starts drizzling out of him. They finally stop, and Patty lets her huge member soak in Jacob’s sopping pussy for a minute before slidding out.
Once Patty’s out, Jacob’s pussy starts spasming again, sending thrills down his back while he ejects jets of Patty’s cum out onto the grass. When that’s over his vagina finally starts to cool down, what’s left of Patty’s sperm settling down inside of him.
“Whoa.” Says Jacob.
“Yeah.” Agrees Patty.
“Why am I the girl horse”
“Cause you’re the one being punished.” answers Patty.
“That wasn’t much of a punishment.”
“It will be in eleven months.”
“That’s only if I get pregnant.”
“How could you not be pregnant from that I felt like a fire hose!”
“Still, it’d be best if we made sure.”
“You know, I think you’re right.”
The two of them walk off side by side, and have wonderful sex several times that day, as well as the next day and the day after that. But then, on the fourth day, Jacob suddenly can’t get hot anymore. He’s no longer in heat. Patty is put to stud services, to which she happily complies, and time goes by. After about a month, Wayson has a large animal vet come over and test Jacob to see if he’s pregnant, and the tests come back positive. Soon Jacob starts to swell up, his baby foal becoming bigger and bigger every day. Jacob’s two teats’, which are located underneath each of his hind legs, begin to swell up with milk, and Jacob’s pregnancy grows more and more uncomfortable as it moves along. At eleven months, it’s actually painful, his belly has stretched and grown so much that it’s difficult for him to run, so he walks everywhere. His belly wobbles with each step.
Then one day as he is eating some oats that the farmer had given him, he feels his water break, and that’s when the real pain begins. Deep inside of him muscles start working, and the contractions begin. Sharp stabs of pain lance up him from his uterus. Patty is immediately by his side, followed closely by farmer Wayson.
“She’s goin intah labor. JOHN! Get in here!”
Jacob is led into a large stall with fresh straw, and Jacob carefully walks in. He’s panting now from the pain, but he knows that it’s nowhere near over. His contractions last into the night, but Mr. Wayson stays with Jacob the entire time. Patty watches from the other stall, reassuring Jacob and telling him how proud she was that he was taking it so well. Jacob can only answer her in short fragments.
Then, at nearly midnight, Jacob’s contractions become bigger and last longer, and after each one Jacob feels the foal start to move. On the final contraction, the foal finally is forced out of Jacobs womb, but at first only it’s legs are poking out. Jacob starts pushing, steadily forcing the foal further and further out of him. The pain is excruciating, his vaginal walls are being torn as they stretch around the growing mass of the foal, his blood slicking the foal on it’s way out. The foal is now sticking out of him just a little, and slowly but surely she drops out of Jacob, falling out once the foal is halfway out. The foal plops on the ground, and with his vagina still stretched wide and bleeding, Jacob turns around and without a second thought starts to eat the amniotic sack. The foal kicks out, but is too weak to stand. The farmer steps in quickly and in one deft movement cuts the umbilical cord. The sack now gone, Jacob starts licking the foal clean of blood and amniotic fluid, stimulating it and drying it off before it gets cold. After a few minutes of work, the foal is relatively clean, and starts to try to stand up.
After wobbly getting on it’s feet, she immediately sticks her face under Jacob’s leg and nuzzles his teat. A happy nicker escapes Jacob as she starts drinking his milk, releasing the painful pressure. Nothing in the world could of felt better to him right then than the feeling of his foal nursing.
Mr. Wayson refills Jacob’s water trough and gives him more meal before heading in to bed. Jacob stands and eats while his foal drinks deeply from him off and on.
“Are you okay Jacob” asks Patty from the adjacent stall.
“Yeah, I’m fine now.”
“Did it hurt”
“You bet. It still hurts.”
“I can’t believe you did that. It was so big. Why’d you eat the sack and stuff I nearly threw up watching you.”
“I guess I just had to. Do you now how much she’s supposed to drink” Jacob says, indicating his still nursing foal. “I think she’s going on a gallon now.”
“Horses do drink a lot. Remember fluke Mr. Wayson let us bottle feed her, and she drank a litter every hour.”
“That’ll be a blast.” says Jacob wryly. He reaches down to lick a spot of blood and such off of his foals rump. Patty shudders, and turns away to fall asleep. Before she goes to bed though, she says one last thing.
“How are we gonna take her to the old hag tomorrow”
“We can’t, I have to wean her first. Until then, we’ll think of something.”
Time passes by, the foal growing larger and larger. After only a few weeks, the farmer begins training the foal. He starts out with simple things, at first just letting her wear a leather halter, but as she grows old and bigger he does more with her. Also, the farmer starts gradually introducing more and more mean to the foal to help wean her off Jacob’s milk, though she keeps drinking more and more each day, and Jason keeps giving more and more. Around two months, however, she starts drinking less and less, and spending less and less time with Jacob. After three months, the foal is no longer drinking Jacob’s milk, and similarly Jacob has stopped producing milk. Then, one day when the moon is full, Jacob leads his foal out of their stall, unlatching the lock on the barn door, and he and Patty leave off into the night. They arrive at the witches house before dawn, and wait outside of her door, eating from her overgrown lawn. At the crack of dawn, the door to her house opens, and the witch steps out.