Breeding Mare

Breeding Mare

"They grow up way too fast..." Bill sighed as he downed a shot of clear liquid down his throat at his kitchen table late in the afternoon. The golden blonde man was 36 years old yet looked several years younger than his age would suggest. He was a horse groomer by trade, a role he inherited from his late parents who left him their house, expansive property, and all the space and amenities needed to raise horses on the sweeping fields he called home. But he was not lamenting one of his foals entering into adulthood.

Curious footsteps approached from the adjacent hallway. It was a natural response upon hearing Bill's very audible sigh, compounded further by the sight of him with a shot glass and bottle. "Since when do you drink?" the higher pitched voice asked, prompting Bill to turn in the voice's direction. It was Bill's 18-year-old daughter Mare, his only child by his late wife.

She was an amicable young woman sporting mid-length curly brown hair, a slim but bosom figure that evoked the image of a cow rather than a horse, as well as stereotypical overalls and a white t-shirt that you would imagine any farmgirl would wear. The concerned Mare sat down beside her father, clearly prepared to piece apart her distressed father's state of mind.

"It's just water Mare. I never had a drink in my life, but at least let me pretend to drink my sorrows away." Bill stated clearly, covertly signaling Mare to leave him be. But while Mare's name drew inspiration from horses, she proved to be as stubborn as a mule regarding the sight before her.

"Much as I would like to respect your right to get drunk on imaginary booze, I'm pretty sure any healthy adult would rather open up about what is bothering them to their family. I'm right here, so spill it. I'll even be your drinking partner if that helps feed into your illusion." Mare said with genuine concern and a tinge of humor.

"Heh, you're still too young to drink Mare. I won't allow you alcohol even of the imaginary kind." Bill said more light-heartedly as he returned his daughter's humor in kind and lifted his head to look at her. "Family huh..." Bill said as he trailed off again before taking another shot of the lukewarm tap water. "My girl, family is the whole reason I'm down. Or rather, the soon to be lack of family." Bill said downtrodden.

"Are you referring to me moving out at the end of the summer? Empty-nest syndrome?" Mare asked curiously, having already planned to pursue her own life path outside of the horse farm she had known all her life.

Bill cleared his throat. His daughter had hit the nail on the head, but did not seem to grasp the full gravity of his feelings. "It's ironic really. When I accidentally got your mother pregnant at your age, I thought my life was over. I had to take responsibility and become a father far sooner than I felt I was ready for, and didn't think I could ever see myself as a half decent parent." Bill said reflectively as he took another gulp of water.

"And yet, once you were born I felt immense joy that I had never felt before. Parenthood was indeed rough. Balancing the horse farm and your care was arduous even with your mother's help, yet I had never felt happier. From potty-training to seeing you off on your first day of school, and you getting big enough to work with the horses yourself, every moment was a treasure watching you grow up into a mature woman." Bill recounted before pausing with sorrow. "But that's over now. My role as a father is ending soon with you moving out, and I'll have no one left."

Bill leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "Had I known this was where I was going to be in 18 years, I would have opposed your mother getting her tubes tied after you were born and had her bear me a few more kids. Or at least...done more for her health so she would still be with me to keep me company." Bill said crestfallen as he thought of his late wife.

Having let her father unload, and learned the awkward truth of her less than planned birth, Mare finally decided to jump in. "There's nothing either of us could have done to help Mom's condition, or any doctor for that matter, so don't blame yourself for her passing. And it's not like you will be alone. Pretty sure the dozens upon dozens of horses on the property will keep you plenty company in the decades to come!" Mare said cheerfully, trying to help her father count his blessings.

But Bill was hardly receptive to her perspective "A horse is not the same as a child Mare. I raise them with love and care yes, but they are not my flesh and blood. Besides, what kind of father sells their children to wealthy private citizens and racetracks for sport?" Bill said somewhat annoyed but making a good point.

"You did raise a good number of winning ponies. Be proud of those kids!" Mare said trying to reinforce her point, but Bill just stared back down at his empty shot glass and bottle. Seeing her approach fail, she decided on a more direct solution to his loss of parenthood.

"Why not adopt a kid? I won't say no to a new younger brother or sister even if they aren't blood." Mare suggested earnestly. But Bill shot her down.

"At the risk of sounding selfish Mare, it has to be my child. I want to feel the full connection of a child I sire into this world." Bill pontificated, firm in his beliefs. But Mare did not want her father to leave the table without hope for future prospects, so she considered another solution.

"How about hiring a surrogate then? You can knock them up, and they'll give you your new baby that way? I know that probably sounds unconventional to you, but there are plenty of women out there willing to provide this service for the right fee." Mare suggested grasping at straws. But once more, rejection.

"I am a faithful man to your mother. Or rather, your mother was really the only kind of person I think I could truly feel attracted to. So unless there is a surrogate out there that can pass for your mother at least in appearance, this whole suggestion is doomed to fail." Bill concluded in defeat, certain that all options had long since come and passed.

Mare wracked her brain to try and find an alternative solution for her distressed father. He had done so much for her and blessed her with a happy life that she wanted for nothing. She wanted to repay him and ensure he could have a happy life too once she left in any way she could. After a great deal of thought, she came to a far more unconventional solution that would require a great bit of sacrifice and humility from her. But it was the only option she had left. Now she just had to sell it to her defeatist father.

"How about if...I...became your surrogate?" Mare stuttered, realizing the full weight of what she was suggesting as she said it.

Bill looked up, his eyes widening upon hearing the insane offer. "What the hell are you thinking suggesting that?" Bill said in shock at the inbreeding proposal.

"Just...hear me out for a second Dad. This is the best solution we have. It would be your child, you don't have to pay me for the service, and you and Mom have always said that I was her spitting image growing up, thus fulfilling the need for a partner that looks like her. And I'm more than willing to delay my launch for 9 months to serve this purpose. If anything, it buys you more time with me too! So just...give it a little more serious thought. My offer is genuine." Mare concluded with her face flushed red.

Bill once more found himself staring down at his empty glass. A maelstrom of conflicting emotions and thoughts were spinning in him. 'I...want another child. More than anything right now. I can tell Mare is serious here in her offer but...should I really do this? Am I really so desperate for a child that I'd fuck my existing adult child for one?' Bill thought to himself. But he already knew the answer was a pathetic yes. Even so, he knew there was a bigger problem beyond the incest here.

Bill once more cleared his throat. "Alright...if you really are serious about this, and you're willing to shoulder all the responsibilities that entails, I'll bite the bullet and take you up on your offer to be the surrogate for my future child. Now there's just a matter of...the reproductive act itself..." Bill stuttered, realizing the most difficult part was ahead of him. Because now it was his turn to try and sell his daughter on his unique "breeding process".

"Right...I'm...willing to "receive" you inside of me as part of the fertilization process." Mare responded nervously as she explained the act of sex in the most clinical terms possible. "Should I...undress and wait for you in your bedroom?" she asked, probing for how they were going to go about this. But Bill knew this would never work under such cut and dry conditions.

"It's...more complicated than that for me Mare." Bill said with a minor tone of shame. Mare's first thought in response to hearing this was every man's worst nightmare.

"Are you going to have a hard time getting it up for me since I'm still your daughter?" Mare asked genuinely concerned. But Bill was quick to interject.

"No! You truly are a beautiful woman and the spitting image of your mother at that age! I have no problems rising to...or...I do but...it's complicated okay! Bill said somewhat defensively to his daughter's accusation. "It's just...your mother and I had a very specific..."mating ritual" we always did, and I can't really get hard unless we do it. I...don't really think you'll be up to what I have in mind..." Bill said nervously.

Mare was a little bewildered at what her father was implying given she always assumed her parent's sex lives were fairly vanilla. But she held strong to her convictions. "If you need to dress me up in a bunnysuit or something to perform, I'd be willing to play along if it's needed to get me pregnant." she said swallowing her pride.

"Not exactly the animal I had in mind..." Bill muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Mare said, having not heard the last line her father spoke.

"Maybe...it would be faster if I just showed you rather than explain it in words." Bill said nervously as he arose from his seat and walked out of the kitchen, effectively inviting Mare to follow. But to Mare's surprise, her father was not heading upstairs to his bedroom, but headed outside onto the wider property.

The full range of the horse farm's property laid before them as they walked on this surprisingly cooler early summer day. Sweeping plains of fences and horses, barns and haystacks laid on both sides of the dirt road of their property as Bill walked, his daughter curiously following just a dozen paces behind. Some of the horses met Mare's gaze as they headed to the edge of the property, seeming to already know what happens when their caretaker takes a human female in that direction...

As they reached the edge of the property right where a thick grove of trees led to a forest, Bill began sweating nervously looking back to see his daughter still innocently following him, completely oblivious to what he had in store for her. 'What are you doing!? This is your daughter! You can't show her this, much less subject her to it! Just back out now!' Bill thought, trying to talk himself out of this, but before he knew it, he had already arrived at the small dark wooden barn, their destination.

Mare looked at the padlocked structure that was easily obscured and hard to find unless you knew it was there. "The black stables? What are we doing here? I thought you always told me not to go near here because this was where you kept the more skittish breeding mares?" Mare asked confused as to how this tied to her parent's "mating ritual". All the while, Bill had already produced a key, undid the study lock, and opened the door.

"Sorry, that was just a little lie your mother and I told you to keep you away from this place when you were young. You'll see in a moment why the black stables are not meant for children's eyes." Bill said with the tone of doomed man awaiting his execution. Even so, Mare still innocently walked into the dark barn, and as her father closed and locked the interior latch behind them, Mare did not realize she would never leave the black stables once she entered...

Adjusting her eyes to what little light filtered in, Mare was surprised to notice the black stables really were just horse stables. Four in total, two on each side, chest high dividers between each of them. However, she noticed a distinct lack of horses, or horse smells for that matter. Her nerves began to get the better of her. "Dad...what is this place for?" she asked with hesitation.

Bill looked back at her with the same look of shame. "The black stables have never housed any breeding mares my dear." Bill said more firmly before walking back his statement. "Actually, it technically only housed one "horse" that only gave birth to one "foal" over the course of its entire usage. That "horse" has since passed away, but her child is still my most precious treasure on this farm.

"Not really sure I follow Dad. What exactly are you getting at?" Mare asked rather confused by her father's cryptic language. All Bill did in response to his daughter's question was beckon her to the back left pen in the stables. Upon arriving at the back corner and looking into the pen, it slowly dawned upon her that the late breeding mare and "precious" foal her father was referring to was not of the equine variety.

Inside the pen were several closed boxes and a large selection of bondage gear hung on the walls alongside several harness straps that were clearly not intended to keep a horse in place, but an animal that was bipedal and far smaller. A stable not for an expecting horse, but a human slave. It did not take long for her to realize her mother was the "horse" and that she was the "foal" in this metaphor.

Mare was shocked to see the erotic set piece. She could hardly process the fact that her parents were this far into kink. The idea of her mother being in that pen filled her with a cocktail of emotions. Confusion, disgust, and something else she could not place, though the feeling was putting butterflies in her stomach.

Bill broke the awkward silence. "Your mother and I had a specific fetish in BDSM. I loved treating her like a livestock horse and "riding" her, and she loved playing the loyal "steed" to my libido. Our pony-play became such an integral part of my sexuality that I couldn't get it up unless I "saddled her up" when we did it." Bill confessed in the most nonchalant way he could muster as his daughter continued to stare at the bondage pen for human horses. "So as you can see, this is a little too much of an ask for my daughter to step up to the role." Bill concluded, certain the surrogate plan was now off for his daughter.

Mare just kept staring at the pen and everything it represented in silence. As Bill headed back towards the entrance trying to think of a way to salvage his relationship with his daughter after this whole mess, Mare suddenly spoke up. "It's fine Dad. We can proceed as planned." she said in a monotone voice.

Bill was baffled by what she said. "What do you mean it's f..." he spoke before getting cut off.

"I said it's fine! If ponying up to giving you a baby requires me to literally..."pony up" I'm willing to swallow my pride and dignity just this once if it means paying you back for raising me well all these years. What's half an hour of humiliation to that?" Mare said trying to convince not just her father but herself. Even so, she could feel something inside her beckoning her to the stable in front of her.

Bill was at a loss of words hearing his daughter was willing to go that far above and beyond what was required of her. Part of him wanted to reassure her not to force herself to indulge his selfish request, but another side of him was all too eager to start the breeding. His dry spell of years on end created a carnal back up, and he didn't have the strength to push it back down now that a hole had been punctured in his dam after seeing his BDSM gear again and his daughter's permissiveness.

"Alright, if you're dead serious about seeing this through, I will match your conviction. Sorry your old man has to force you to play horse for him." Bill said genuinely and apologetic. Mare was beet red from embarrassment at the situation despite her previous declaration, prompting Bill to direct his would-be surrogate for the "breeding procedure".

"First, enter the stable and disrobe all of your clothes. Please change into the bodysuit in that box in the right corner of the pen afterward." Bill instructed his daughter. Mare followed his orders and undid her overalls, pulled off her shirt, and slipped out of her gold bra and panties which she piled over the pen's gate. Bill could not help but admire his nubile daughter and her developed assets in the nude. His little girl had grown into quite the Venus of the pastures, and he could already start to feel his blood pumping.

A curt and hardly amused glance from Mare snapped Bill out of his stupor however. "Sorry. I'll fold and put your clothes over here for later." Bill said apologetically as he grabbed his daughter's wardrobe and headed over to the door of the stable. He carefully folded the denim overalls and white shirt before laying them on the floor and adorning the pile of laundry with his daughter's bra and panties on top.

Bill crouched and stared at the shiny fabric of the gold-colored underwear that had covered Mare's erroneous zones just moments before. But he was not simply admiring the tailoring of the undergarments or letting his perverse imagination run away with him, as doing this also doubled as a way of giving his daughter privacy and time to change. An act of consideration undercut by the panty viewing party. A party interrupted by Mare's call to attention.

"Can I have some help over here Dad? This...thing is tricky to put on by myself." Mare requested sheepishly at the other end of the stable. Bill immediately got up and ran to his daughter's side in a hope that she did not notice him staring at her underwear, but was quickly met with yet another titillating sight. The bodysuit his late wife once wore many times before was now almost entirely on his daughter, and he was at a loss for words regarding the sight before him.

The brown latex bodysuit had a lovely sheen to it, almost like a well-bred horse's coat. A shine that emphasized his daughter's curves in a skintight embrace. It was a full body suit with a zipper on the back that covered Mare from neck to toe in the material, sans the conspicuous gaps that exposed her breasts, pussy, and ass. But the most notable details were the fact that in place of the hands and feet of the suit were horse hoof-shaped knuckle gloves and footwear, the former of which rendered Mare's hands useless and unable to finish putting on the suit.

Bill stared at his ponified daughter for moment, drinking in her erotic beauty as he felt the boner in his pants struggle for space as it swelled in eager anticipation. Mare was not amused by the gawking. "Will you just help me already?" she asked, red from both embarrassment and anger at the situation. Twice already, Bill came back to his senses.

"Sorry again...let me get the last sleeve and zip you up." Bill said apologetically as he entered the pen and assisted pulling the latex sleeve over his daughter's arm and began pulling the zipper up to secure her in the suit as he reassured her. "I didn't mean to gawk, but at least this bodes well. I'm already hard as a rock down there, so I don't foresee any performance issues in breeding with you at least." Bill said with affirmation as he finished with Mare's sexy wardrobe change.

Mare herself was at a loss for words. Though initially hesitant upon seeing the perverse suit, knowing full well she would have to wear it to make good on her surrogate offer, a strange mix of emotions and feelings were now welling up inside of her. Despite having her tits, ass, and crotch on full display and in horse cosplay, she found herself not entirely repulsed by the situation. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy, and she did not exactly hate the fluttering feeling. "Then let's get to it." Mare said in response trying to remain composed.