The Real Life of a Livestock Mare

"Huu♡♡♡♡ Huuuuuk♡♡♡♡"

I gasp for air, heaving ragged breaths. Restrained in this horse mold-like frame, I’m being continuously dosed with aphrodisiacs and love potions. They started ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with human-grade stuff, but it didn't take, so now they're pumping me full of elephant mating drugs. God knows why they even have elephant aphrodisiacs on hand, but after a full day of them slathering it on me like maniacs, I'm losing my mind with the need to fuck.

The teasing is driving me insane. On top of that, They’re injecting me with this world’s special aphrodisiacs too. My pussy's soaking wet, but the custom steel chastity belt and the semi-permanent limb restraints make masturbation a pipe dream.

Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Please, let me go. Please, please let me go. I just want to shove my fingers in my pussy. Rub and flick my clit, knead my tits and nipples, cum like a maniac. Better that than being left like this after all the drugs.

"Euuuuk♡♡♡♡♡ Euuuuuk♡♡♡♡!!!"

I strain with all my might to break the restraints, but my body doesn't budge an inch. Hell steel, indeed. The maid said theoretically it could last thousands of years. But I can't give up. Shattering the frame might be impossible, but if I can break the joints where it locks...

Theoretically doable. Grunting like a horny sow or mare, I pour strength into my limbs. But the position makes it impossible to get any leverage.

Please♡♡♡ Please♡♡ break♡♡ Break freeeeee♡♡ I don't wanna be left like this for a hundred, a thousand years♡♡ Better torture me. Make the massive anal dildo in my ass explode. Publicly degrade and humiliate meeeee♡♡♡

As I writhe in pussy-juice agony, the maid steps out from behind me. Our eyes don't meet. I'm crawling on the ground with my own limbs, barely reaching half her height. With horse legs additionally welded to my arms and legs, my view's a bit higher, but that's it.

I want to beg for help right now, but if I speak human words, they'll probably clamp my mouth shut and weld it too. I hold back.

"Want to cum? Want to mate?"

"Fuuuhiii♡♡♡ Fuu♡♡ Fuuuhiii♡♡♡"

Completely stripped of human dignity, I whinny like a horse in my bonds. But the maid's eyes are ice cold. I've broken every rule in this mansion so far. Spoke human words on my own, came without permission, passed out whenever. Of course I can't endure the unreasonable teasing and fucking.

I whinny in protest like an aggrieved horse, but her gaze stays frigid.

"Whatever. You've atoned for your training mistakes by becoming a broodmare. The horse race starts soon. Master says he'll allow you to cum if you win."

"Furrung♡♡ Buhiit♡♡♡"

I whinny in canine gratitude, grinning like a bitch in heat. Anyone seeing me now would think I look pathetic, but I've long since tossed away pride and dignity.

A horse race? I can do that. I'll race other crawling women like me. Unlike the others, I've got special mods—longer legs. I'll win for sure.

A faint sneer curls the maid's cold lips. She looks amused. Ignore me now, but just watch. I'll win that orgasm.

"Ready!!"

In front of the duke's racecourse, a man who looks like the judge raises his arm high. At his signal, the mounted horses ready themselves.

"Fuuuhiii!! Fuuuhiii!"

Enraged, I whinny at the maid watching from afar. She smirks.

"I told you. It's a horse race."

True to her word, it's a real horse race. Everyone but me is an actual horse, with trained jockeys aboard. Me? I'm a limbless crawler on all fours. No way I can win.

"You're a broodmare. Of course you race the horses for fairness."

Not fair! I want to scream at her, but I can't spit human words in front of everyone.

"Anyway, it's starting. Good luck."

And with that, the race begins. The judge blasts the whistle, and the horses bolt. They're gone over the hill in seconds.

I scramble desperately on all fours. My ass jiggles ridiculously. Spectators point and cackle.

Indignation, shame, humiliation-fueled pleasure, unreasonableness—all crash over me. My nose stings ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠red, tears welling. But I can't even wipe them; the misery deepens.

Thanks to the goddesses' multiple blessings? I'm faster than expected. A bit slower than a running human. But way too slow for horses.

My long black hair and massive tits flop wildly, slapping my body raw. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. No chance to win. Zero. Just entertainment.

And with that, I truly realize: I am a broodmare.

I tumble sideways mid-gallop. Unfamiliar horse-prosthetic limbs make crawling hell. I flail to rise, but it's no use. If even one arm or leg were free...

Face beet-red with shame, I thrash my ass and tits. Must finish. Maid said last place gets punished. No more aphrodisiac abandonment. Please. Win and cum. Cum. Unfair♡ Unfair♡ Unfaaaair♡♡♡♡

How long do I lie there? The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finish horn blares. I'm dead last, naturally.

As I despair, the distant duke murmurs to his maid. She hurries over, hauls me up.

"Impressed by your broodmare efforts, the duke says he'll waive punishment if you finish."

"Buhiieee♡♡ Buhiieee!"

Thank you♡♡ Thank you so much♡♡♡

Careful not to fall, I climb the hill. If I stay calm, I can finish. Goddess-given perfect body. No mistakes.

Can't leap like a horse or quadruped. Must alternate left arm, right leg. Forces my asshole, tits, and pussy into grotesque wobbles. Humiliating, but I've adapted somewhat. Or has shame turned to pleasure now?

Moving like this stimulates my pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and clit a bit. Feels... good.

Finish line soon. Joy speeds my steps. Just a little more.

Stepping forward—agony! "Euuuuk?!♡♡♡♡♡"

The anal beads inside me swell suddenly. Magic-activated random growth or heat. Who?

I twist back. A noble kid grins at me, hand outstretched, mana flowing.

"Hahaha! That's hilarious!"

Mocked by a human brat. My self-esteem plummets into the shitter. But okay. Push on—

"Kuuuuk♡♡♡♡"

Now scorching. Guts cooking. Like goblins pouring boiling water in my holes.

I collapse, enduring. Pussy sweat drips; smells like burning meat inside. Spectators' laughter choruses mockingly.

Clinging to sanity, I crawl. Five steps. Just five♡♡

Expecting sabotage, I brace. Four steps—no interference.

One more. Almost...

I hesitate. Finish, no punishment. But fail one step from the end? After his mercy? Disappointment worsens the penalty. What would that be? My completionist nature—wanting all five game choices—wars with fear.

But eternal no-cum terrifies more. Resolved, I move—

"Euuuuk??!!!♡♡♡♡♡"

Shock! Massive electric jolt from my urethra. I piss massively, sprawling.

Never heard of shocks. First time—mind blanks.

Can't rise from all-fours flop. Shouldn't have hesitated♡ Regret hesitating♡♡♡♡♡

Grinding teeth at the giggling boy-girl kids, duke's cold stare from afar squeezes my heart with dread.

Then the maid approaches slowly.

"You did it. Knew you would."

Her words ice-cold, laced with mockery.

"Time for your scheduled punishment. Master loves this one for disobedient livestock and bitches."

"— — — — — —!!! — — — — —!!!!!"

Blindfolded and earplugged, I scream mutely. No sound penetrates. They strip the mare anal plug and chastity belt, but bound limbs and sensory void leave me helpless.

Thus deprived, I'm tossed into the slaughter pig pen. Dozens of oldest, useless boars crammed in filth.

Three days? Impossible. Can't last ten minutes, let alone three—already a day-plus into aphrodisiac hell.

Need something now or I'll shatter. But my unbreaking mind makes the madness worse.

In the shit-filled pen, I wail mutely.

"— — — — — — — — —!!!!"