All foals, all the time! Follow along on the adventure of a lifetime as these fertile women explore the taboo of getting knocked up by horses and giving birth to cute baby foals.
- Birthing My Very Own Foal
- Birthing A Pony For My Daughter
- Birthing The Stallion's Forbidden Foal
- Birthing My Cute Baby Foal
* Birthing My Very Own Foal
I always knew I wanted babies. But it wasn’t until Fury, my sleek black Arabian Stallion took me and bred me like his own mare did I want a foal. How in the world was I going to carry and birth a 100-pound horse?
* Birthing A Pony For My Daughter
My daughter had always wanted a pony. Every year she’d ask for one, but I always told her no. For all the standard reasons: too expensive, where would we house it, etc.
But this year, I finally gave in. Jessica was going to get her little pony.
* Birthing The Stallion's Forbidden Foal
One night while staying on my daddy’s farm, I snuck in the barn with the depraved idea of mating with a stallion. I’d seen him with hundreds of mares over the years, how hard could it be?
I had made a HUGE mistake.
My screams brought daddy to the barn. The shame I felt when he had to untangle us was something I’ll never forget.
There was a foal growing in my belly. Now I had to fight to keep him.
* Birthing My Cute Baby Foal
I caught my leg as I vaulted the wire fence, but I ignored the scratch on my calf and rushed toward the stables. I was on a mission. Nothing was going to stop me.
It was just before sunrise, and the curtains were still drawn at the bedroom window of the rancher. By my last check I had about an hour to fulfill every filthy sexual fantasy I ever had.