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The human filly squeaked in surprise as I latched onto her jodhpurs from behind with my teeth. With a tug downwards I pulled them down passed her riding boots and around her ankles, revealing her lithe calves and thighs and her supple butt to the gentle spring breeze.
The filly, called Amy, dropped the headcollar and lead rope she had been carrying to the ground as she bent down to try to pull up her pants leaving herself vulnerable. Amy froze when I drove my muzzle between her buttocks and to what was rightfully mine. I forced my tongue past the hem of her pink frilly knickers and began lapping at her labia.
Amy began to let out little moans as I played with her pussy, She gripped the wooden field gate with both of her hands and leaned against it while spreading her legs as far apart as the jodhpurs around her ankles would allow, finally understanding what I required of her. Having lubricated her to my satisfaction I began tearing her knickers apart with my teeth giving me unrestricted access to her. With a final tug, the hem broke and I tossed the now useless underwear to the side.
I quickly appraised the half-naked thirteen-year-old before me. A pretty brunette of average height, her body used to be rather slim before meeting me, but now her budding breasts were swelling with milk while her belly began to fill out, the consequences of weeks of love-making. My eyes went south, past her wide child-bearing hips, and lingered on her smooth tush.
My mind brought up the memory of the first day I met Amy, right here in my field two months prior. Both she and the riding school instructor had come to catch me for a lesson that day and I had been rather pent-up and frustrated after a week of abstinence from sex. The smell of fresh, untouched meat had driven me into a raging rut. I had charged towards the both of them at a gallop, fully intent on pollinating this new flower.
I chuckled to myself as I remembered how the instructor had simply stood and stared vacantly, unable to mentally comprehend what was happening, she'd ignored the cries for help from Amy as I tore her clothes from her teen body and continued to ignore her as I forced myself on on the poor teen filly. The instructor soon left leaving Amy to her fate, subconsciously deciding to pick a different pony from the neighboring field for the lesson.
That had been a wonderful afternoon of intense breeding that left Amy naked on the ground, the dregs of her torn clothing scattered across my field. My three hours of rape had broken her, my special pheromones ensuring she would be fully under my spell. When Amy was able to stand again, she had placed her abandoned headcollar over my head with blank unfeeling eyes, and with me in tow had waddled back to the stable yard on shaky legs. She was given spare clothes by the other human fillies, a habit the girls had developed ever since I had turned up. The instructor had explained to Amy's parents that she had fallen into one of the many dense thorny hedgerows while riding out, and thanks to my magical pheromones that had long infected the riding school, both the parents and Amy fully believed it.
I shook away the memories from my mind and concentrated on the prize before me. The only warning I gave my most recently acquired broodmare was a push with my chest before I reared up and mounted her, gripping her hips with my forelegs. Despite my size, I am a lot lighter than I seem, easily enough for a human filly to bear on her back though heavy enough to remind them that they are being studded by a stallion.
I maneuvered my hips quickly till the flared glands of my dick brushed past Amy's labia, most of my equine kin tend to be rather jabby and imprecise with their tools but I had eons of experience and I never missed my mark. I forced my tip past her entrance and soon filled her pussy till I pocked her cervix. My tool was on the shorter side so as not to hurt my chosen mates though still girthy enough to give them satisfaction. I rested on her back letting her adjust to me for a moment, I was fully hitched to her up to my sheath and behind that, my large heavy testicules readied themselves to release their virile cargo.
After a few seconds of waiting, I finally began to move my hips back, pulling myself out of Amy till only the tip remained in her and then drove myself back into her. I quickened the pace of our mating, preferring fast and rough breedings, my equine instinct encouraging me to be brief in case of predators lurking about. On the upside, it meant I would have many sessions in the time before the lesson was meant to start.
I began to huff with every thrust into my filly, while Amy loudly moaned out my name not caring who may listen and chance upon us during our unnatural lovemaking. The chances of a random traveler passing anywhere near us were low this far out in the countryside, the nearest public footpath was a mile away, and the closest village was an hour's drive away. I truly was in heaven with the absolute right to do as I wished. And right now that was putting spunk into my filly.
After two minutes I finally unleashed myself into Amy, practically roaring as my balls sent their loads down my dick and exploded into Amy's pussy and showering our unborn foal. Amy screamed as her body-shaking orgasm crashed into her, her juices spilling past my dick and splattering on the ground beneath us.
I gave myself a quick breather before I unceremoniously pulled out of Amy and dismounted her. Amy for her part stayed still for a moment before slowly slumping the ground and resting herself against the gate. Despite her exhaustion she began slowly stripping her clothing of herself, knowing full well we were not done yet.
I would have helped her undress but I had an important tradition to keep, I moved to where I had discarded her knickers. Picking them up with my teeth, I briefly got a whiff of her scent, and my dick slapped my belly ready for action again. I turned and began to canter to the center of my field where an old small barn acted as my shelter, though I sometimes eavesdropped the fillies whisper amongst themselves calling it my temple.
I passed the entrance to the inside and arrayed out amongst the straw bedding where piles of underwear, categorized by individual mares and fillies I had bred over the last year, trophies of each session I had had. I placed my most recent trophy in Amy's pile, I knew I wasn't supposed to have favorites but if you went by the size of each collection Amy would rank first.
Having completed my task I returned to the gate at a trot, Amy was just about finished stripping, removing her now-stained white tank top and throwing it to the side along with her jodhpurs leaving only her boots and bra on. As I closed with her I seized her bra with my teeth and in one swift motion tore it from her body and flung it into the drainage ditch that moated my field, to forever be along the remains of fellow unwanted clothing I did not care for.
Amy put her back to the fence as I gave her breasts a tongue massage and bath while taking brief tastes of her milk, it was sweet and nourishing, good enough for our future foal. When I grew bored of her tits I gently but firmly gave a nip on her hip, ordering her to take her position. She turned around and braced herself against the gate, I hadn't even let her get settled before I mounted her and began fucking her again.
Twelve more times I bred Amy in the half hour we had left before I had to be in the stables. We took breaks between each mounting to give Amy a breather. During one break I moved over to her jodhpurs and began to tear a hole in the crotch, I understand why humans wear clothing, for warmth and protection from the elements, and as a social device. I hated with a passion any clothing that got between me and what was rightfully mine, I impressed upon my broodmares through my pheromones that they should leave the holes I tear into their garments, but after a while, they would buy new leggings, jeans and jodhpurs for me to tear holes into. It was most likely their parents and partners that convinced them to get new clothing, though I do suspect that the fillies took perverse pleasure in watching me tear new access to get to my property.
When I had finally satiated my lust I let Amy redress and place the headcollar on me and lead me out of my field and up the dirt track that snaked its way way to the riding school. Amy had to fend off my wandering muzzle from her ass, as I gave it quick licks, swatting my nose away playfully with the end of the lead rope. As we neared the entrance to the riding yard, I got a little frisky and pushed Amy towards a stacked pile of old tractor tires and quickly mounted and bred her one more time, she didn't complain.
The rest of the riding school human fillies didn't spare us a second glance as we entered the yard proper, they all knew from experience it took an hour or so to bring me up from the fields. In total, thirteen human fillies volunteered at the riding school though only five were in today. Two human mares, both riding instructors named Stacy and Rebecca, worked for the elderly human couple that 'owned' my little kingdom.
I had manipulated the owners into taking early retirement, they were surprisingly wealthy and able to spend their twilight years cruising the oceans leaving the running of the small riding school to their two employees. This allowed me to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted, and to whomever I wanted. All the human mares and fillies in the yard belonged to me and that would include any visitors to my kingdom.
As Amy led me across the concrete yard on shaky legs, we passed the owner's old two-story home that acted as the riding school reception and office. I had manipulated some of the parents of the fillies into allowing them to live in the home, my pheromones altering their minds into convincing them that this would act as a kind of boarding school.
We passed the barn that held the school's arena, currently being used by Rebecca to lunge one of the other school's horses. Of my fellow equines, the school owned sixteen not including me, all of whom were geldings except one young colt. It was nice having the company of my kind, even if they were not nearly as intelligent as I. They however weren't stupid and had noticed the changes in the humans since my taking charge.
The geldings would, whenever given the chance, stick their muzzles where they didn't belong and lap at the fillies' exposed parts. The humans reacted more appropriately when the geldings violated them compared to when I did, squealing and telling off my fellow boys though my pheromones would ensure the fillies forgot the little incidents allowing the boys to continue their little pleasures. If I had the power, I would restore the geldings' stolen sperm banks and let them have more fun, but alas I do not have that power within me.
I stole a glance at Rebecca and appraised her growing belly, she was six months into her pregnancy, and it would be her third foal and the first one I had sired in her. My pheromones had informed me that the unborn was a human filly.
Passing the Arena we came by a raised deck area shaded by a large tarpaulin that acted as a picnic and social area. Three of my fillies were enjoying lunch at one of the tables, Joeanne, Kelly, and Amanda eating sandwiches as they gossiped with each other.
I stopped and gentlly nickered at the fillies grabbing their attention. Kelly jumped and rushed over to me and threw her arms around my neck, I was her favorite and I rewarded her with the gift of life. I nuzzled and licked her small baby bump, a developing human colt, she was still early into her pregnancy.
Amanda came next, with her haughtiness and bitchness on display. She was the least favorite of my broodmares, and I had taken a while to plant my seed in her garden, early enough that I was yet unable to tell the sex and species of the life growing in her. I sent her away by pinning my ears back against my head, telling her I was in no mood for her attitude today. She got the message and turned to go back to the picnic table turning her butt to me. I gave her a painful nip on her plump backside causing her to squeal and jump away, the fillies giggling as she retreated.
Only Joeanne did not come to greet me and understandably so, her filled breasts leaking milk from the teats, and large belly indicated that she was perhaps only a week or two away from foaling. A set of human twins, a filly, and a colt. I felt rather proud of myself for that, in all my previous lifetimes I had yet to sire twins.
Amy tugged on my lead rope to try to get me moving again, I ignored her for a moment, I wanted to indulge myself in Kelly. I stuck my muzzle between her legs, at the hole in her jodhpurs, and began smothering her pussy in licks, causing Kelly to giggle and moan, her hands holding onto my head encouraged me to drive my tongue deeper. Kelly sat down on the decking and spread her legs apart allowing me to easily push my broad tongue past her lips and into her pussy propper, Kelly certainly ranked amongst the top of my fillies for taste, sweet and innocent with an aftertaste of laughter and kindness. I quickly brought her to orgasm, and she screamed my name as she squirted on my muzzle, the rest of the fillies ignored her, continuing with their lunch. Relishing my snack I finally let Amy pull me away leaving Kelly on the deck recovering her breath and senses.
We, at last, came to the stables, two long rows of white-washed masonry and dark timber, one side had 12 stalls and the other had 9. I had manipulated the owners into removing the doors allowing me and my kin free rein on the yard. Only a few were occupied today, Wednesdays usually being slow with few visitors.
We passed the first stall that was occupied, containing the school's largest horse Franky, who stood at sixteen-two hands tall. He was rather busy with his muzzle deep in between the legs of a filly who was cowering in the corner of the stall, a hand covering her mouth and stifling her moans of unwanted pleasure, her clothes had been torn to rags revealing her young teen body.
She was new to the school, I couldn't quite remember her name and had little time to get acquainted with the ginger-haired filly. By the looks of things she had gone into the stall to change the hay nets and Franky had followed her in and taken advantage.
Franky had once been the gentle giant of the yard but ever since my coming he had become pushy, aggressive, domineering, and did not take no for an answer. I much approved and wished my fellow equines would take on his example, sadly they seem to be rather content with taking the occasional treat.
We passed the other occupied stall, where Stacy was sat on the straw bedding that covered the stall floor busy, topless, nursing our five-month-old colt, who was going to grow into a handsome silver fur-coated stallion, with an ebony mane and tail matching his mother's hair. Stacy had named our son Mithril. She had been my first conquest on the yard and the first human to birth a horse in centuries.
Amy took me to my stall, the largest in the yard as befitting my status. As she removed the headcollar from me and turned to leave I decided one more breeding was in order. Grabbing the back of the Jodhpurs with my teeth I pulled her back into the stall and maneuvered her to the corner, as she grabbed hold of the empty wall-mounted feed trough, I pulled her Jodhpurs down to her ankles in one strong tug. Nipping her on her hips I instructed her to take the position, once she was in place and ready I mounted her hugging her hips once more with my forelegs.
When I felt my tip touch her entrance I sheathed myself in her with one single thrust and began to pound her fast and hard. There was a floor-to-ceiling mirror that lined one side of my stall allowing me to watch my lovemaking from a different angle and showing human mares and fillies where they belonged, underneath a stallion being bred and fat with foal, behaving like a good broodmare should.
After giving Amy the good breeding she deserved, and helping clean her up I sent her on her way with a nip to her butt, I relished the painful squeak the filly let out as she left me in my stall. Now I had to wait, I needed to be bathed and groomed and then tacked up before the lesson would start.
And today's lesson would involve a brand new filly to the yard.