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"Why'd I have to say be surprised?" Becky grumbled at the window, snorting to herself as she watched the trees go past.

Hamilton deep voice rumbled, "Cause you love a surprise."

Gone was the house she and Sayen rented with the guys. Left behind hours ago. After the call, Dustin and Hamilton had been rather cagey about something. Insisting she let them handle it. That had lead to her having all kinds of thoughts. The type that made her squirm with anticipation. A couple years ago, Sayen had sprung a 'surprise' on her that lead to the jenny being gang-banged in a public club. While they hadn't counted on her birth control failing, her daughter had been a happy accident. Now, with little Eve approaching toddler age, Becky had felt the itch again. Except this time she wanted a bit more purpose to the act. She wanted to be bred, with intent and purpose. So she'd gone off her birth control and timed out about when her next cycle would start. [i]Should be this weekend, mere days away, for me to be nice and fertile.

She cast a look at Hamilton. Large, healthy, prime example of a mammoth jackstock. As was she. Both tall, naturally muscular, and very nearly like a draft horse themselves. He could, and was, prime breeding material. "So you're really not gonna tell me yet?" He shook his head. "How much longer then? Need to get out and stretch my legs."

That got an answer of, "Soon."

Dustin had taken Evelyn to her parents before sending them off. Her mom was more than happy to get to play Grandma for a week or so while Becky 'took a little vacation.' Where was she going to vacation? No clue. She and Ham had packed a small suitcase each, got onto a plane, and then he got into the rented SUV and started driving. That had been this morning, and it was mid-afternoon now. They'd gone out of town, up into the mountains, and were on a dirt road now.

As it turned out, Soon wasn't far off. They rounded a bend and came upon a rather nice looking cabin tucked near a lake. A screen of thick trees shielding it from even the dirt road. Though she guessed it was a driveway. There were a couple other cars there already, and she could spot people moving around inside.

Her ears folded back and she felt blood rush to them, and down below, as new thoughts began to race through her head.

"We're here," Hamilton announced as he parked between an old truck and a new one.

"Here is?" she started as she stepped out.

He grinned, "Family cabin. Come on."

The large jack lead the way up the wide steps and almost ran into the cabin. He threw the door open with a, "Hey!" and was greeted with several bellowed Heys in return. Hamilton stepped in and was caught in a hug with a jack who was almost larger than he. The pair sharing thunderous back claps and proclamations of love.

While they hugged, Becky looked at the cabin interior. It looked like one of those absolutely picturesque cabins you'd find in a magazine or movie. Great room on the main floor. Cozy looking couches and chairs arranged around a great fireplace. Fairly modern, if rough, looking kitchen off to one side. Several doors dotted the far wall, leading to bedrooms or bathrooms perhaps. Great, hewn logs held up a walk around the second floor. More doors just barely visible there.

As the men parted, Becky got a good look at them. Hamilton was tall and broad shoulders. His mane dyed a deep red and black. The other male was about the same build as Ham, but with a bit more of a belly on him. Gray about his muzzle, temples, and streaked through his mane. Clearly Hamilton's father. Now her eyes drifted past them to the other occupants. Another male who looked to be a few years older than Ham. Mane neatly trimmed and a deep black. Like Hamilton and his father, the male wore a button down flannel and jeans. A fourth jack sat at the kitchen counter, his mane grown out and shaggy. Dyed a rather vibrant purple and toxic green. Unlike the others, he wore a shirt for a band she'd never heard of and ripped jeans. He looked several years younger than Hamilton, but all four shared enough features that she could guess that they were related.

The male at the kitchen was half off the stool, ready to greet Hamilton, but his attention fell onto Becky. "Uh," he started.

That was enough to get the older male to look at her. Ears perking up as he reached up to adjust his glasses. "Oh, is this the lady you'd told me about?" His voice was deep, deeper even than Hamilton's and had a warmth to it that made her shiver. Hooves thudded on the wood as he stepped in and held his hand out, "Alan."

Becky stepped in and took the hand with a firm shake, "Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becky. "

Alan smiled and nodded his head over his shoulder, "Ah good handshake! Those are my other two boys. Thomas."

The older brother nodded, "Call me Tom or Tommy."

Alan nodded to the other, "Oliver."

Oliver looked a little confused as his ears twitched. Eyes darting from Becky to Ham, then to his dad. "Used to be Olly, but Oliver's cool." He pointed towards Becky and then motioned at Hamilton, "So unm, I thought this was gonna be a guy's week type thing."

Alan cleared his throat, "It is, ah. Ham, why don't you get your stuff and put it up." The older male turned and swept his hand down Becky's back, guiding her towards the kitchen counter where the other two were waiting. All while Hamilton headed back out to the car to get their suitcases. "So Becky," his voice dropped a little, "My boy told me what you wanted, and suggested this. I'm more than happy to," he chuckled, "help out. Wouldn't be the first time."

Oliver looked confused, but Tom's ears perked up and the male leaned a little more into the counter, eyes looking over Becky with a new glint in his gaze.

Oliver sounded confused, "Help out? Help out what?"

Alan guided Becky to the kitchen counter and stopped. His hand was so large, so warm. It's heat radiated into the small of her back as his fingers brushed against her. Touch light, but firm enough to make itself known. She couldn't help but shiver a little, nostrils flaring at the scent of three healthy males. Her tail lifted on its own, slowly but surely.

The older jack cleared his throat, "Do you remember when your Aunt and her partner wanted a kid, and then found a willing donor?" Oliver nodded, but he kept that confused look on his face. Alan and Tom shared a look, chuckled, and then Alan leaned one elbow against the counter. "So, Ham tells me that you want to be bred, and with purpose?"

As he said Purpose, his hand dropped lower. Teasing the edge of her jeans. Becky couldn't stop the shiver as she nodded, "Yes sir... Um, Alan."