Breeding Season at the Rocking R Ranch - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

The next morning Dee was up first. She rubbed her abdomen, thinking about the two times Rudy had spurted her full the night before and wondered if she had made a mistake. She was pretty sure that Tom wouldn't be too upset if it was Rudy who got her pregnant. He'd said many times that he felt bad that she couldn't have the large family she'd wanted, but she'd always kissed him and said that she was content with her lot in life. They had talked once or twice about adopting, but it was a time consuming process and they were always busy at the ranch. Just once, when she had held him crying, he suggested she should find a man who could satisfy her. She'd shushed him and held him, saying they'd talk about it later. Later had never quite come around.

And her sister had to know that putting Rudy in this situation was a recipe for possible infidelity. She'd forgotten to call Cathy the night before, in her impatience to feel Rudy rutting between her legs again.

On impulse she went to the phone. It was early, and Cathy might be grumpy, but she wouldn't have gone to work yet. The phone rang four times before she heard her sister's voice answer.

"Hey cutie pie," said Dee.

"I wondered when you'd call," said Cathy's surprisingly chipper voice.

"It's early, but I needed to talk to you," said Dee.

"So how's it going?" asked her sister. "They got there okay?"

"Yes, and we spent all day working yesterday. They've been a big help."

"Is my husband behaving himself?" asked Cathy, a hint of something like amusement in her voice.

"He's trying" said Dee. "But I'm having a hard time behaving myself," she confessed.

"I figured maybe that might happen," said Cathy. "Is it going to be okay?"

"That depends on how you feel about things," said Dee. "This may not be a good idea Cathy."

There was a moment of silence on the line. Then Cathy spoke. "Look, I understand your situation. What I can't understand is how you can stand it. Rudy takes good care of me, and if he didn't ... or couldn't ... I don't think I could stay sane. So here's what I think. I think that if you and Tom have a strong enough relationship to stay together through what you've had to endure, then Rudy and I can deal with whatever we have to face in the future."

Dee took a breath. "You're basically giving me permission to seduce your husband, Cathy."

"Am I?" asked Cathy. "I know how he flirts with you. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to seduce you!"

Dee's eyes got misty. "You don't know how much this means to me," she said, her voice choked.

"Yes I do," said Cathy. "I've had to go to bed horny and alone for two nights, and it's about to kill me. I can't imagine what it's been like for you all these years. You just make sure he has something left for me when he gets back. And tell him this is a special favor, and not to get any ideas about any other women."

"I don't think you have to worry about that. All things considered he's resisted me as much or more than most men would have," said Dee.

"Get your ashes hauled then," said Cathy. "And just remember ... you owe me big sister." She laughed.

"Um ... thanks, but there's just one more thing," said Dee, rubbing her abdomen again.

"What's that?" asked Cathy.

"I haven't been on the pill for a long time Cathy," said Dee, wondering how her sister would react to that.

"Dee, honey, I love you, and I love my nephew and niece. If I had more than one nephew or niece I'd love them all."

Dee stared at the wall. "Cathy you're being awfully generous about this," she said.

"What are sisters for?" asked Cathy. "I've got to get ready to go to work. Is there anything else you want to ask for?'

Dee thought about Bobby and Megan, but decided she had pushed her luck far enough already. "Maybe later," she said.

Cathy laughed. "I can't wait to see what that might be. Bye ... I love you. Give Rudy a big wet kiss for me and tell him to think of me while he's ... helping you out."

Dee hung up the phone. She decided breakfast could wait. She went back to her bedroom, where Rudy was still sleeping.

He wasn't sleeping for long.

It was because of that distraction that Dee didn't find all the teenagers in one room when she finally went to get them up. While Rudy had made love to her she told him about her conversation with his wife. He had been like a wild man.

Having gotten another helping of Rudy's patented baby makers, after which he lay gasping, she got up and dressed, intentionally leaving her pussy full. It was only then that she went to the girls' bedroom to get them up.

It was empty, and, had she not come from a room that already smelled like a cathouse bedroom, she might have noticed that the odor in her daughter's bedroom was just like that in her own.

She found the girls in the kitchen, getting ready to make breakfast. She didn't know it, but the boys were in their room getting dressed, still breathing deeply after scurrying down the hall to the room they were supposed to have slept in.

"Morning girls," she said.

"Morning Mommy," said Molly at the same time Megan just said, "Morning."

"Did you sleep well?" asked Dee, not really meaning it as a question designed to actually get information.

"I had a little trouble getting to sleep," said Molly. "Somebody told us not to make a lot of noise and then made a lot of noise herself."

Dee blushed. She still wasn't used to the idea of such a free atmosphere in the house about things sexual.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Chance and I will do the breeding this morning," said Molly. "That will give you two a chance to get your strength back."

"Molly!" said Dee, the mother in her bridling a little at the suggestiveness in her daughter's voice.

Molly turned around. "Look, Mom, this is weird for all of us. But it's a little like that spilt milk Grandma used to talk about all the time. We can't just pretend nothing happened."

Dee sighed. "That's true, but still ... Oh I don't know what to do. I feel like I should do something, but I don't know what."

"The only thing I'm worried about is Daddy," said Molly.

Megan made herself busy getting glasses and silverware out. She tried to be inconspicuous as her cousin and aunt talked.

"Your father ..." started Dee. She had been about to tell her teenaged daughter that Tom had suggested some things that might shock her daughter, but decided not to. "I think your father will be able to deal with things," she finished.

"Then there's not a problem," said Molly, in typical teenage fashion.

"There could most definitely be a problem," said Dee sternly. "Babies can be a real problem when they come along at the wrong time in a woman's life."

"Mom," said Molly patiently. "I know you and Daddy wanted to have more children. And you said Daddy would be able to deal with it."

Dee looked at her daughter in amazement. "I was talking about you, dear daughter. And Megan too!"

"Oh," said Molly, looking sheepish, finally. Then she raised her head. "Couldn't we raise two babies just about as easily as one?" she asked.

"I do not believe I'm having this conversation," moaned Dee. "Sweetie, you're a teenager. You have your whole lifee ahead of you. And it's one thing to have a baby, but it's entirely another to have your brother's baby!"

"Mom," said Molly patiently. "I have no plans other than to stay here and work the ranch. I love this life. I love Chance. I love you and Daddy. I don't see how having a baby would ruin any of that."

"Your father might not agree," said Dee.

"Maybe Daddy doesn't have to know who the father is," said Molly.

"You're insane!" said Dee. "You think that if you get used to being with Chance like that, that when your father comes home - and your father will come home - that you can just pretend that there's nothing between you?"

"Chance is going to finish college," said Molly. "And then I don't really know what he'll do after that. But by the time Daddy gets home it will be too late to do anything about me being pregnant - if I am pregnant - and Chance probably won't even be here then anyway. He'll be mad for a while, but he'll get over it."

"But honey, there are so many ways to avoid getting pregnant," argued Dee.

"Maybe," said Molly, "but since my last period was two weeks ago ... I kind of think it's probably already too late to do anything to ... um ... prevent it."

Dee looked at her daughter, astonished. "But Chance just got back yesterday!"

Molly blushed and looked down. "I ... um ... I missed him a lot Mom," she said.

Dee turned to her niece. "And what about you, little missy?"

Megan had listened with intense interest to the conversation. She had grown up a lot in the last couple of days, cramming what most girls would only experience in a year's time into those short hours. Her attitude about things had changed immensely since she'd climbed out of the car when they got to the ranch.

"I'm not sure how I feel," she answered truthfully. "I know I love Bobby. And if I got pregnant I know I'd love the baby. I don't think I want to get pregnant, but the idea of being pregnant isn't as scary as I thought it would be. I mean a week ago the thought of it would have had me screaming and bouncing off the walls. But now? I don't know. I just feel different." She blinked. "If it was Bobby's, I mean."

Dee shook her head. "I think you need to talk about this with your father. I know your mother would have a fit if something like that happened."

"I know," said Megan unhappily. She preferred to just be happy and worry about the consequences later. Such is the inexperience of youth.

About then Chance and Bobby sauntered into the kitchen, not having any idea what had just been discussed between the women. His mother looked at him and sighed as she saw a handsome young man in the prime of his life. There were probably a lot of girls out there who might be tempted to have his baby. She still couldn't get used to the idea, though, that one of them was his sister. Her eyes went to Bobby and she saw the same thing. He had an infectious grin and was just a good kid. She remembered that time, years back, when he'd burst into the bathroom with his overflowing bladder while she was stark naked. Tom's accident had only happened a year or two before that, but she was still bemoaning the loss of sexual companionship. The way he'd looked at her then had made her pussy damp. She'd tried to bluff her way through it and thought she'd been successful. But she'd remembered his strong young penis long after he'd gone back home. She could easily understand a girl ... or even a woman ... lusting after him.

She shook her head again and pushed the girls out of the way to make breakfast herself. It helped to be doing something while she thought about all the changes that had entered her life recently.

It was because of her concern about Bobby and Megan that she arranged for them to help her and Rudy do various chores around the ranch while Chance and Molly took care of the breeding chores that morning. That way they would be chaperoned and it would give Rudy a chance to talk to them about their taboo desires.

After breakfast, therefore, Molly and Chance found themselves walking side by side toward the barns.

"Mom talked to me this morning," said Molly.

"Is she pissed off?" he asked.

"Not really," said Molly. "What would you feel like if ... if what we did got me pregnant?"

Chance was silent for so long that Molly got butterflies in her stomach. Finally he said, "I'd be really unhappy about it if it ruined your life," he said.

"What if it didn't ruin my life?" she asked, not sure exactly how he felt about the possibility of siring a child on his own sister.

"I guess it would depend then on how much I got to be around the baby," he said.

"If you knock me up don't expect me to put it up for adoption!" she said with some heat.

He stopped and faced her. "That's not what I meant Molly," he said. "If you get pregnant, that makes you kind of like my wife, in my mind. You can't marry me. So some day you're going to go off and meet some guy and marry him and have a family with him and then my son or daughter will call somebody else their father. I'm not sure I like that idea."

"What if I didn't go off and get married?" she asked, looking into his eyes. "What if I stayed here and worked the ranch?"

"Is that what you really want to do?" asked her brother.

"I think so," she said. "I don't think that would be such a horrible life. It's not a horrible life now." She bit her lip. "But what about you?"

"I have to declare my major next semester," he said. "I was thinking about animal husbandry. Or maybe vet med."

"We already have a vet in town," said Molly.

"Yes, we have Doc Hudson, but he's in his fifties. He might want a partner one of these days," said Chance.

"Have you talked to him about that?" asked Molly.

"Well, I wasn't going to tell anybody about it. I'm not sure that's what I want to do, but yes, he and I had a discussion about it last summer. He was pretty excited about the idea. He says he's got more to do than he wants."

"So you might come back home after school?" she asked.

Chance looked at the woman he loved. "Yes, especially if I had a son or daughter toddling around the place."

Molly realized there were tears in her eyes and she crashed into her brother's arms. That embrace lasted a long time while neither of them said anything. Then, hand in hand they went to the barn to get the first breeding pair done.

Perhaps because of that conversation, it only took two pairs of horses before Molly was fairly jumping with horniness. When Chance led the second stud to the mare and let him loose, she watched as that long hard cock entered the mare and felt her own pussy squelch. She wanted some hugs and kisses.

She got them. Chance, being a male, was almost always ready to go, and while they kissed he pressed his own erection against his sister. They forgot about the horses as they traded kisses and their hands roamed all over each other's bodies.

There was noise from across the stall and they looked. The stallion was mounting the mare again. "Watch them," said Chance as he pulled Molly's ass into his erection. He slid his hands up under her shirt, over her smooth belly skin, to her naked breasts. He cupped them and found her nipples with his finger tips. He squeezed her nipples and she moaned, her hand darting between them to feel his hard cock. The stallion jumped, his hooves landing on the mare's hindquarters. Chance's hands dropped to the fastening of Molly's jeans and he unbuttoned them, then unzipped them. He slid his hand between her legs and immediately slicked a finger into her pussy as she writhed, pressing back against him.

"That's what I want to do to you," said Chance, wiggling his finger in her pussy.

"I'm sooo hot!" she moaned.

"Take your pants off," he panted.

Molly kicked her tennis shoes off without untying them and then reached down and pulled the legs of her jeans off her feet. In the process she showed her naked butt to Chance. He grabbed a horse blanket and draped it over some hay bales and then pushed her onto it, pressing her breasts into the blanket. He approached from behind, just like a stallion and put his hands on her naked hips. His cock hurt and he tore his own jeans open, freeing it as he shoved them down to his knees.

Molly craned her neck. "Yessss put it in me Chance," and she wiggled her ass at him, reaching her hands back and pulling her ass cheeks open. He saw her pussy opening and it was wet. He nosed his prick tip into her slick pussy mouth and leaned forward, impaling her on his tool in one lunge.

Both of them let out a groan of satisfaction. Molly wormed one hand down to her pussy and began diddling her clit as Chance started making long slow strokes, his flesh slapping on her jiggling buttocks. Molly had her first orgasm about thirty seconds later. She started working on number two immediately and told Chance that he was doing just wonderfully.

Seven minutes and three more orgasms later Chance gave a long sigh and said, "I can't wait any more Molly ... gonna cum!" He leaned into her, pinning her to the hay bales, and the tip of his long, thick cock went off, parked right next to his sister's cervix.

When it comes to a man's normal issue of semen, it comes in varying strengths. Some writers (like me, for instance) occasionally use silly terms like "man milk" to describe or identify what comes out of a man's cock during an ejaculation. If you were to take that idea to extremes, it would work like this: Some men produce the equivalent of skim milk, runny and almost clear. Then you have your two and four percenters, whose sperm count is respectably higher. Those guys you see with six or seven kids and a wife who smiles all the time? They shoot whole milk ... vitamin D fortified milk, and a woman who lies down with one of them had better want her belly to bulge if she's not using protection.

Now some of that is genetic, but a lot of it depends on diet and exercise, and the general health of a man. Chance Brooks was in the prime of his life, healthy as a bull in the prime of its life, with bulging muscles and a body fat index of about seven percent. Chance didn't produce four percent or even whole milk. Chance's balls were filled to overflowing with raw milk, straight from the cow, cream still in it, thick and rich and just brimming with perky, interested sperm cells just aching to fertilize something. And when Chance's cock provided a conduit from his balls to his sister's cervix, what gushed forth into and through that cervix and into her womb was the most potent stuff her womb could have hoped to suck up. That womb happily slurped in as much as it could hold and then gave a little squeeze, pushing it up the attached fallopian tubes, to the egg that was carelessly descending at the time.

That egg didn't have a chance ... no pun intended. It was punctured by a strong, viable swimmer that burrowed through the wall of the egg. That egg, for reasons still not understood by modern science, determined that it needed to split in a way that would create two zygotes, each of which would become a fetus.

Not knowing he was already the father of twins, Chance pushed harder and kept serving up his raw milk to his sister who was shaking hard in the throes of her own final, teeth-gritting orgasm.

Meanwhile, in a storage shed on the other side of the barn yard, Dee was busily sorting through old paint cans and containers of herbicides and pesticides to identify items that were past their expiration dates or unusable. They would be loaded on the truck and taken to the county disposal site for hazardous waste. She was doing most of the work, and just handing things to Megan, who carried them to the pickup. Rudy and Bobby were putting nails in loose boards on the shed and repairing a broken hinge on one of the doors.

"This might be a good time to talk to your father," she suggested to Megan.

"I'm not sure I want to," said Megan, her voice low.

"You have to dear," said her aunt. "You want to act like an adult. That has consequences and responsibilities that go along with it. You can't have one without the other."

It took a while, but finally Megan stopped with two cans of paint in her hands, where her father was drilling holes for the new hinge.

"Daddy?" she said.

"Yes?" he glanced at her.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice tense with worry. "About Bobby and me?"

Rudy had thought about that himself. The idea of his daughter and son having sex was something he didn't like. If someone would have asked him whether he'd prefer that his daughter have sex with some other boy or Bobby, he'd have said he didn't want her having sex with any boy. If pressed, though, he'd have admitted that if it had to happen, he'd prefer that it happened with Bobby until she was old enough to have a decent chance at being able to tell the good guys from the bad ones.

"What are the chances that I could talk you out of doing anything else with Bobby?" he tried.

"Not good Daddy," she said. "I won't lie to you about that."

"Then we need to get you on the pill," he said gruffly. "You're too young to be knocked up. And you don't need to be knocked up by Bobby anyway."

Megan, who had expected an explosion of anger, and was somewhat shocked by her father's relatively docile response, took what she was offered.

"Okay Daddy." She started to walk away but stopped. "Thank you Daddy. This means a lot to me."

The tenor of her voice, and the emotion she couldn't hide struck Rudy, the same way it strikes any father when his baby girl comes home one day and announces that she's in love. Normally, a father resists that whole concept, regardless of the age of his daughter. Most fathers don't believe the boy is good enough for his daughter, whether he's met the boy or not. But things were complicated by the fact that the boy, in this case, was his son ... who was good enough for any girl. The recognition of that tone in her voice, and his almost forced acceptance of the mate she'd chosen because of who that mate was, made him react differently than most fathers do when faced with that situation.

He stopped doing what he was doing and turned to his little girl. He hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Sweetie, I think you're crazy. I think this is crazy. And I have no idea in the world how I'm going to explain this to your mother when we get home. She'll probably have my balls for a snack. You just try to control yourself until we can get you protected. I'll figure out a way to live with that. Okay?"

Megan hugged him fiercely. "I know this is strange for you Daddy," she said. "It's strange for me too, but I know how I feel, and I know how Bobby feels, and we can't change that."

Bobby, who had been standing nearby with a nail in one hand and a hammer in the other, listened, his stomach tight. He too had a hard time believing that his father was being so understanding about all this.

"Me too Dad," he said. "Thanks, I mean."

"You just shut up and fix those boards," said Rudy gruffly. "I may have your balls for a snack. That would solve the problem too."

But Bobby knew the threat was empty. He knew his father was posturing to save face.

When it was time to break for lunch they all headed for the breeding pen to collect Chance and Molly. Megan ran ahead, worried that her cousins might be unprepared for visitors. She found them working on a fresh pair of horses. Molly was breathing hard, but her motions with the prepping were quick and sure.

"Your mom is on the way," said Megan. "It's time for lunch."

"Good" said Molly. "We're ready for a break."

"I know how you feel," said Megan, watching the stud mount the mare.

"That's not what I meant," said Molly giggling. "I think I wore him out."

They watched as Chance captured the stallion after he hopped down off the mare.

"He doesn't look worn out to me," whispered Megan.

"He'll get over it," said Molly grinning. "We only did it twice. I'm going to have to change pants when we get back to the house," she grinned.

During lunch Dee called the doctor in town and explained what she needed for Megan. When she came back to the table she sat down and looked at Megan and Robby.

"The doctor has an opening day after tomorrow. Can you two behave yourselves until then?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am," said Robby, trying to impress his father.

Rudy just snorted.

That afternoon Rudy and Dee took the breeding chores. She pointed to the paint she had set aside on the back of the pickup.

"How about Chance and Bobby use that up on the house, while you girls go into town with the rest?" It was an obvious attempt to keep the lovers apart while she and Rudy were busy with the horses. It fell flat when all four of the kids agreed with good humor. Sex wasn't the only thing they thought about.

Dee lasted for four sets of horses before she dragged Rudy into the same stall that Bobby and Megan had used when they sated their passions. By now she had had time enough to think about things that her long-suppressed desire for more children had re-awakened. She welcomed his heavy body pinning her to the hay, and the feel of his hot seed blasting into her womb as she strained against him. Her orgasm was as sweet as any she'd ever had.

"Remind me to do something very nice for my sister," she panted as Rudy emptied his balls into her.

Rudy's reply, amidst the peak of his own orgasm, was unintelligible.

Meanwhile, four gallons of paint was spread on two sides of the farm house as the boys talked about sports and ranching and girls.

And, thirty miles away, a twenty-two year old employee of the Davis County Hazardous Waste Collection Point ogled the two beautiful teenage girls who brought in a pickup truck load of mixed chemicals that, according to him, would take over an hour to process. During that hour he stole looks at the girls unfettered breasts that were under their shirts, and the swell of their hips. The girls noticed his hot looks and giggled between themselves, feeling desirable and sexy.

At lunch that day the kids were happy and excited. Rudy looked tired. Dee was bright and cheerful, noting that the breeding was going well, and that all the mating pairs would be bred successfully in the month and a half left if things kept going as they had thus far. Bobby and Megan offered to take the afternoon breeding duties, causing Dee to look at Rudy with a raised eyebrow.

Rudy waved a hand. "I don't care. I need a nap."

Dee blushed, but no one seemed to notice. Chance said vaguely that he had some things to do and welcomed Molly's offer to help. By the time Dee had cleaned up the refuse from lunch, both sets of kids were gone. She went to make sure Rudy was comfortable. It was a good thing the kids weren't in the house. Rudy's moans that she was going to kill him might have drawn attention.

In the barn there was no pretense as Megan stated flatly that she was going to start this breeding session in a different manner and calmly began taking her clothes off. The first "pair" bred that afternoon were Bobby and Megan. Their lovemaking was somehow less hurried and more tender as they lay straining against each other, sharing kisses and touches. Megan's orgasm was one of sweet surrender, rather than an overwhelming emotional storm. When Bobby's turn came he simply sagged down on his sister's soft body and released his sperm. Their sedate actions weren't based on anything like boredom. Rather, they had both come to an understanding that this sharing of their love was something that might not last much longer. Their aunt's comment about the month and a half they had left before they had to face their mother made them savor their time together as something precious.

As any fertility expert will tell you, tension can affect fertility. Perhaps because Megan was so relaxed as her brother flushed her full of his teenaged sperm, her cervix opened a little wider, or her womb accepted a few more million of the wriggling little cells. Or maybe Bobby's contentment at just being able to cum in his sister made his testicles give an extra surge. In any case, one of his sperm cells found the egg it was seeking and, in a much more agitated way than the boy who produced it, struggled, its tail wagging frantically, as it hit the outside of the egg several times. The egg, as if impressed by that sperm cell's desire, surrendered like Megan had and let the tiny cell inside. While Megan didn't know whether she wanted to be a mother or not, her body knew, and the decision was made for her.

Molly grabbed a quilt on the way out of the house and carried it under her arm as she followed Chance.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"Us," she said simply.

"Oh really," he commented.

She just smiled. "Yes, really."

They went to a low hilltop in a pasture that was twelve inches deep in grass, and spread the blanket out. Molly, loving the feel of the sun on her naked skin, mounted her stallion and rode him to a breath-stealing conclusion as he tried unsuccessfully to buck her off. They lay in the sun, like broken, lifeless dolls on the blanket, arms and legs akimbo, until Chance revived and rolled on top of his sister, her long black hair fanned out on the quilt. He assumed the dominant role this time, pounding into her lustily as she moaned and whined her way through two more orgasms. Neither of them knew she was already bearing twins, but their efforts made it look like they were trying hard to get her in that condition.

Back in the house Dee, after getting her third pussy-full of Rudy's cum that day, melted against him, her naked arm draped over him, and finally let him sleep. She drifted off too.

In the barn, Megan found out that her instincts had been correct. Having just had an orgasm, and with her brother's sperm resting warmly in her womb, she was able to work six sets of mating pairs before her lusts were inflamed again. As they walked slowly toward the house to get supper, she carried only one additional serving of her lover's sexual essence in her already pregnant abdomen.

At supper, Dee expressed her amazement that Megan and Bobby had managed to get six pairs of horses bred.

"That's wonderful" she said animatedly. The nap had done both Rudy and her a lot of good. "You're getting better at this."

Megan, getting used to the idea that she was a sexual being and that everyone at the table knew that, was more forthcoming than she might have been otherwise.

"We figured out the secret to it," she said.

"Oh?" asked their Aunt as she passed a bowl of green beans.

"Yes" said Megan, buttering a roll. "You just take care of all those urges before you start and then you don't have to stop in-between."

Her announcement was met with silence as everybody at the table looked at her in wonder.

"Really," she said, unconcerned. She took a bite of her roll. "It really worked."

"I thought you two were going to behave yourselves until we got to the doctor," said Dee.

"Yeah!" said Rudy. "That's what I thought too."

"Well, I'm tired of being horny all the time," said Megan. "And it worked, so don't try to make me feel bad!" She went on eating.

In fact, her announcement of her discovery of a "fix" to the problems that handling horse cocks caused settled into the minds of the others at the table. In the remaining month and a half of the breeding season, that "fix" became the norm. The only hiccup was for a short while after Dee was told by the doctor that he couldn't write the asked-for prescriptions ... because the girls had already tested positive for the hormone that was elevated in pregnant women. Two weeks later the test was positive.

The unhappiness (mostly on the part of the adults) lasted only a few days, though. After that, each couple, as they started their morning or afternoon of breeding duty, sated their lust and then began to get the horses to do the same thing. Things went so smoothly that there were days when no breeding was required at all, and they got to relax. They went to a concert, and fishing several times as a group. By the time the Tanners only had a week left before they went back to city life, the six people had merged into a family with ties that would never break. The result was that everything got done as it had in years past, even though the people doing it were all, more or less, amateurs.

On the last night before Rudy would take his children home, the crescent moon rose over the ranch, shining down on it with a ghostly pale light. There were, at that moment, sixty-three females on that ranch ... sixty mares ... and three humans.

All of them were pregnant.

It had been a very successful breeding season on the Rocking R Ranch.

The End

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