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My Stallion, My Mate - Chapter 03

      I wake up from a good long sleep. I’ve been sleeping a lot more recently, although the constant running to the bathroom doesn’t help much. Then again, Turbo is quite insatiable, as am I. There’s nothing I love more than to feel his dick quiver in my hands as he gives me a cum bath. As I go into the bathroom, I admire my form in the mirror. I’ve been wearing just a long shirt to bed nowadays, seeing how it’s simply easier. I lift up the bottom of the shirt, and stare at my belly. It’s starting to show some now. Mind you, it’s not much, almost like I’ve got a little gut, but I know better. I take my right hand, and trace along from my neck, over my puffy nipples, and trace straight down over my small mound until I reach my dick, which is semi-hard just from that small touch. I take firm hold of it, and start to pump it. As I jack myself off, I stick my left fingers in my mouth, and imagine it is my lover’s cock in my mouth. As I suck on my fingers with reckless abandon, I keep up my handjob. In no more than a minute, I spray all over the bathroom mirror. Coming down from my orgasm, I grab hold of the sink for support. Not wanting to leave too much of a mess, I promptly lick up my cum from the mirror, and use some toilet paper to get the rest. Now, I need to take a shower, especially considering I have another doctor’s appointment today.

      I haven’t really had to deal with clothing issues yet, and a loose pair of jeans with a decent pair of suspenders seems to work fairly well, especially considering how easy they are to get off. As I sit in the waiting room with my mother, the room is pretty empty. The doctor allotted us some extra time, especially considering the unusual nature of my condition. In what seems like no time at all, the nurse comes and takes us into the back. She does the usual, takes weight, height, blood pressure, etc. Almost as quickly as the nurse leaves, the doctor comes in to see us. Exchanging the usual pleasantries, she gets right down to business. “Now, first I’m going to give you a general look-over. Now, Mom, could you please wait outside?” the doctor asks. Used to the leaving the room while the doctor looks at her son, she leaves them to their business at hand. The doctor asks the boy, “Would you please undress for me?” Nodding, I take off my clothes, until I am completely naked in front of the woman that will most likely deliver my child. The doctor, meanwhile, slips on her latex gloves for the inspection. The doctor inquires, “Have you noticed any major changes recently?” I reply, “A few. I noticed my belly’s showing a little bit, and my nipples seem to be feeling itchy for some reason.” The doctor starts with my nipples, and starts to examine them. “If I had to guess, I’d say they are trying to get into the initial stages of producing breast milk, but I can’t be sure, especially due to the unusual nature of your pregnancy.” As she moves lower, she feels my belly, “There is a slight bulge there. Most of the time, only mother’s who are on their second or third child have that at this early stage. Hmmm, interesting.” She reaches for a hospital-type smock. I put it on, and with my mother, we go down the hall into the gynecological room. “We use this room for gynecological exams. But considering what’s going on here, I think this will serve.” She motions for me to get in the chair that has the stirrups for the legs. I oblige, and she uses the chair’s motors to maneuver me so that she has a completely unobstructed view of me below the waist, dick, balls, and asshole. “Now, what I’m going to do is a rectal exam of you, and see if everything seems alright down there, at least relatively speaking.” As she puts on a new pair of rubber gloves, she gets some lubricant, and sticks her fingers up my bumhole. I feel her moving around in there, and all of a sudden, she quit. “As far as I can tell, everything is pretty normal. Next is the ultrasound. You can put your clothes back on now if you’d like.” The nurse brings them to me, and I quickly change back into my tee shirt and blue jeans with suspenders. As the doctor wheels the ultrasound machine in, I lift up my shirt, and let my suspenders sag a bit, giving her access to my belly. As she puts the gel on my belly, then the ultrasound device, I see the image of my child on the screen.”There it is. I’m afraid it’s still too early to tell much of anything about it, but it looks pretty normal for the time being, as do you.” Finishing up, she wheels the machine out of the room, and then returns to talk to us.

    “Now, there are a few concerns I have. First is that it seems that, at least in my opinion, your chest is starting to develop mammary tissue at a rapid rate, and that you may actually be producing breast milk by the end of the pregnancy.” My mother comments quickly, “Breast milk? My son?” The doctor is quick to reply, “Listen, it’s important for you to stop thinking about him as a boy. He’s going to be a mother, probably within the next 9 months or so. You need to think of it like that.” My mother can only nod in agreement. The doctor continues, “The second concern is how this child will be born. In nature, at least as far as mammals go, children are usually born and come out of where they were made. For females, it’s the vagina. For you on the other hand, it seems as if the child will most likely come out of your….well, rear end.” Quite surprised, and shocked, I reply”. “My asshole?!?! There’s no way a baby could fit in there, much less come out.” The doctor, in a soothing voice replies, “Take it easy. I have no doubt that it will hurt quite a bit, but I’m reasonably confident that you body will make the necessary accommodations for you to give birth. The human body is quite good at adaptation.” Standing up, the doctor motions my mother, “I need you to fill out a little paperwork with the nurse. I’d like to talk to your son alone for a bit.”

      After my mother leaves the examination room, the doctor hands me a bag of goodies. “Even though I’m fairly certain that your body will make the necessary accommodations for your child to be born through your rectum, I’d like to help that along as much as possible.” As I look in the bag, it’s filled with dildo’s of varying girth, but none of them more than 4-5 inches long. Seeing the confusion on my face, the doctor interjects, “This may be slightly unconventional, but I’d like you to try to masturbate with these in your rectum. Start small, but lead up to the bigger ones. I’m hoping that if your rectal cavity has a history of being stretched, it may help facilitate the birth.” A thought goes off in my head, “Does this mean I can have sex with my Turbo now?” I ask, hoping for the answer I want. The doctor shakes her head, “I’m afraid not. The reason I don’t want you having sex with the……horse is because he is an animal and one wrong poke by him inside you, and it’s so long pregnancy. That’s why all of the dildo’s I gave you are on the shorter end, but decently sized in terms of girth.” With that, the doctor ushers me out of the examination room, with me pouting the whole way.

      Although I was disappointed about not being able to fuck my lover, I’ll take what I can get. I decided to try out my new toys that night. Upstairs, in my room with a full belly of dinner, Turbo’s after dinner desert, and our child, I pulled out one of the smaller ones to start with. It was maybe about 4 inches long, and only a few inches in girth, a good starting place.  I peel my tee-shirt off my chest, and it’s quickly followed by my sweatpants, and finally my boxers. I walk over to my bed, and almost instantly put the fake dick in my mouth. I start by wrapping my lips around it, and moving it in and out, just like I would my mate. I pull it out, and swirl my tongue around the tip of it, then start pistoning it in and out of my mouth. I take my free left hand, and grasp my cock, and furiously start to pump it, as if my life depended on it. With me sucking the fake dick in my hand and me pumping my dick, I cum all over myself, and the sheets in the spraying.
I giggle to myself, seeing my still hard cock after my cum, “I am insatiable aren’t I. I guess my lover has ruined me.” I take the dildo, and get all of the come that I sprayed on it as possible. Giving the fake cock one last lick, I lay on my back, and aim the dildo for my rosebud. It takes a little bit of force to get its head past the opening, seeing how I’ve had to be satisfied with my fingers for the past few months. As it sinks into my asshole, I can feel it stretching me. I keep it up until I reach the base of the short dildo. I grab its base, and pull it out to the tip, and then ram it back into the cavity that my child will come out of. I work up a good rhythm, thrusting it in and out. I take my left hand and start to rub my, now hard nipples.  They feel like electricity as I rub and punch the ends of them. As I look down, my dick’s leaking pre-cum, almost begging to have cum surge through it and spray me again. I move my hand to my mouth, and eagerly suck on my fingers. In my mind, I imagine that it’s really my mate’s dick in my ass. A tool of such size that I scarcely can imagine, trying to knock me up again. As I moan around my fingers, I pound the imitation tool in and out of my quivering hole. I imagine Turbo bucking, trying to get more of his massive weapon inside of me, just before he lets loose a torrent of cum. Imagining this, I go over the edge, and scream out in pleasure as my own dick sprays cum all over me for the second time. The first spurt hits my square in the face, with the others going lower as they progress. As I come down from my second orgasm of the evening, I lay back exhausted. Grinning to myself, I scoop up the cum that’s on my face and chest, and lick my fingers clean. “It’s not the love juice of my lover, but it’ll do for a late-late night snack.”



To Be Continued.


No horse business in this chapter, but there definitely will be in the next.




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