Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (86 page)

Rick had an apple with
him and planned to cut out a piece for Brownie before eating the rest himself.
Horses love apples.

The Mare soon came over
and Rick's big-bladed clasp knife cut out a nice wedge of the ripe fruit, which
he held out on a flat palm for her to gobble up.

As he sat there in the
warm sun, idly stroking Brownie's furry neck he soon cut out another wedge and
gave it to her, then another one after that.

Finally the apple was
gone without Rick ever taking a bite for himself. Somehow that was okay. He
could always get another one.

Suddenly Rick realized
he was going to be late for the afternoon work, and that any tardiness would
give cause for the other guys to razz him.

"Got to go,
Brownie," he said as he hastily hopped off the fence and half-ran off to
the barn. Rick couldn't shake the feeling however, that he was still needed
back at the corral for something that he just couldn't quite remember.

Although The Mare didn't
realize it yet, each time she used her new power to reward herself it
strengthened both her intellect and that power. In short, not only the more she
used it the easier it would become for her, but the more she used it the
smarter she was becoming in the process. As with any other muscle, exercising
her mind could strengthen it in ways no one could have ever imagined. And
developing a sophisticated appreciation of pleasure would be only one aspect of
that improving mind.

* * * *

Normally the horses were
left out at night from spring through fall. However, a storm was coming in that
night and all of the livestock was to be put in the big red barn.

The distant corrals
where the stallions and pregnant mares were kept were emptied first. They got
to The Mare's corral last. That suited Rick fine, since the best stall was
always the last one they filled and he planned to give that one to Brownie.

As they moved the last
horses in, Rick put Brownie in the front stall and gave her an extra measure of
grain. She was such a well-behaved animal he felt she deserved it. He also
didn't make her share it with any of the other livestock.

Rick hung around a bit
after the rest of the guys left for their own warm shelter from the storm. Soon
he found himself inside the stall with Brownie, and then he was rubbing some
nipple cream on her teats—a balm which was often used to prevent chaffing
during nursing.

As he rubbed the cream
up and down those horse-sized nipples milk again ran down his hands. He didn't
realize how much time had passed until Deke came back to see what had happened
to him.

"What are you
doing?" Deke asked in a not unfriendly voice.

"Just taking care
of Brownie's udder. She's still wet after all these weeks. Would you like to
help me for a minute?"

This didn't sound
unreasonable to Deke, and soon he was working on the other side. For The Mare
this part of her had never felt so good. Nursing had been enjoyable, but this
was better because she was now getting it exactly as she wanted it. Even out of
season her tail soon started to twitch and her vaginal entrance flexed itself a
bit.

Rick and Deke worked on
her for a long time—to her full satisfaction. Then the first crack of
thunder broke the spell and they hurried off to batten down the last items
before the oncoming storm. The Mare didn't notice that they were gone since it
took her a long time to come back down from the heights of pleasure she'd just
reached. Afterwards she drifted off to sleep despite the loud storm outside.

* * * *

Over the next few weeks
The Mare cemented her new position on the farm. If she had thought it through
at the time, which she really couldn't manage quite yet, she would have felt it
was only right that the stronger dominate the weak—and that she was
clearly stronger than any of the humans around her.

Soon Sy, the third
stable hand, fell under her spell as well. No one seemed to find it the least
bit strange that she received extra special attention from her handlers. The
farm ran on as usual with foals being born, stallions mating with mares, and
horses being exercised and ridden. The Mare received special treats daily now,
and whenever she had an itch there always seemed to be at least one human
nearby to scratch it for her.

With all the attention
she now received her teats not only remained responsive, but grew even more
sensitive over time. This attention kept her milk flowing, which also felt
especially good. If she had dried up much of this new responsiveness would have
gone away.

In addition to those
teats The Mare was now becoming more aware of other parts of her equine body as
well. All this attention was stimulating the growth of her mind, which soon
became capable of more abstract thoughts—although she still had no specific
goals to pursue.

The Mare soon had the
closest corral to herself. Her herd instinct initially led her to have a couple
favorite companions brought in to share her corral, but they mostly ignored her
except at feeding time and she eventually had them removed again. This way she
didn't get shoved out of the way when trying to eat and got the best diet on
the farm.

While she'd been broken
to bit and saddle at an early age, and had always been a gentle, cooperative
horse to ride, no one rode her now. She still got her exercise on a lead, but
now it was when she wanted it and not just in rotation—and never again
with a painful bit in her vulnerable mouth. She'd forbidden that the moment she
realized she could. Also, no riding crops or exercise whips could be carried
within her sight, let alone brought into her corral. A hand slap on her rump
was all she would now tolerate.

Curiously, The Mare
hadn't prohibited spurs along with the other items, perhaps because they hadn't
been used on her in a very long time. Or maybe she just didn't think that was
important, since she never intended allowing herself be ridden again.

Truthfully, a bit had
never been necessary with her in the first place. She would have faithfully
obeyed any rider without one. And not out of fear that it would be used on her
otherwise, but just because that's the kind of horse she'd always been. If
you'd just asked her to go a given direction, instead of making her do it, she
might have still allowed herself to be ridden to this day.

She was much happier
now, however, since no one would have ever figured out how unnecessary a riding
bit was for her. She couldn't have told them this before and no one had ever
thought to try her out without one—especially since she'd never actually
fought it. Until recently, The Mare had just accepted what she was given.

She might have passed on
the forced exercise altogether except for how wonderful the wash-downs felt
afterwards. Especially the streams of water over her body and teats before the
rubdown, which stimulated her body and always left her mind feeling brighter
and clearer than before. Being washed down without the exercise first she
quickly discovered just wasn't the same. Her improving mind was becoming ever
more capable of making its own decisions on what was best for her—and
enforcing them afterwards.

Now when she wanted
attention there was always someone nearby to give it. And when she wanted to be
left alone, she might as well have been invisible. Overall The Mare was no
longer subject to the whims of others, which suited her just fine.

* * * *

Occasionally she
intervened in other affairs. Once she forced them to free another mare that
just would not submit to being domesticated by humans. She had them remove the
halter, open the corral gate, and stand back while that horse ran out without
looking back, never to be seen again. She also coerced the sale of a stallion
that was a cruel, biting lover that harassed the rest of the herd.

But she never considered
such an escape for herself, although it would have been just as easy. That
concept remained beyond her limited grasp. Instead she mostly just kept to
herself and let the days pass by. She never thought of herself wanting to be
somewhere else.

She even continued to
wear her own halter because it was so familiar to her by now that she never
thought about it otherwise. That is until one day when there was an accidental
jerk on it by one of the stable hands. Then she ordered it removed, becoming
the only horse to never wear one—except with her consent while being
exercised.

* * * *

One difficulty did arise
when The Mare went into season again. This happened monthly right on schedule.

The Mare's improved mind
realized that, despite the hormonal demands to make herself available for
breeding once again, that she no longer needed the protection of pregnancy to
prevent being taken and ridden against her wishes. And in a leap of
understanding that would have been far beyond her capability not long ago, she
acknowledged the burdens that pregnancy had placed on her. Now, however, not
only was the choice of never being ridden again fully within her grasp, but so
was the choice of being bred again—or not. She simply had to enforce her
own decisions over this situation.

It turned out to not be
that simple. While she now had her choice of stallions, or none at all, her
strengthening mind didn't give her the same control over her own equine body
that she had over those others around her. Thousands of years of evolution made
some needs imperative, and her influence over those around her only made it
easier to choose how she'd solve her body's demands.

Rather than being taken
to the breeding area as was always done before, she instead had the stallion of
her choice brought to her and placed in the adjoining corral to let them get acquainted
first. This suited her better than just letting him have at her.

The Mare responded to
the powerful impulses running through her. Every time she went near the
stallion or caught his odor her tail would start jerking and her vagina would
go into contractions, squirting out its milky-white lubrication. This
teasing
is part of the mating ritual and her body normally responded this way only at
this time.

Although coerced by her
own natural cycles, The Mare really didn't want to be bred again right now.
Pregnancy was its own encumbrance, and now it didn't offer the advantages for
her that it had before. For the first time she was clearly connecting a cause
to its effect in her mind and extrapolating out the results. But there was more
to it that. Things her mind was only now becoming able to come to grips with.

The Mare really hadn't
thought much about things being
her decisions
before. Ordering the
stable hands to never put a bit in her mouth again had been more of a reflex
than an actual decision. The same with realizing that certain ways of being
handled were pleasurable to her and demanding more of that. Even choosing her
corral and companions—or lack of them now—were more choices of the
moment. And the decision against ever being ridden again had been made long
before her mind had been awakened to this degree.

This was the first time
she'd really considered things in the longer-term sense of causality. Realizing
she now controlled the decision over being bred, or not—which meant she
was now controlling her future—was a major step for her. Just having
these thoughts showed how much her mind had improved. How much better she was
getting at making use of her entire brain along with her other new abilities.
These decisions would be her choice from now on, and no one else's!

However, her urges were
close to overcoming her. And the better her mind became at commanding and
enjoying her pleasures, the stronger she was feeling her other natural
yearnings as well

Three times she had the
stallion removed from her sight and smell. And three times she had him moved
back. She couldn't stand it either way it seemed.

Finally, as the stallion
pranced in his corral showing his frustration to get it on with the ready and
aroused female so close by, The Mare commanded her stable hands to give her
relief somehow.

They immediately came
over, having been quite concerned about how she'd been suffering through this.

Since none of them were
endowed like the stallion Rich used his hand to reach inside her wet, pulsing
vagina and rub her where she most wanted to be rubbed.

The initial jolt from
this well-targeted attention was so strong that she jumped in place and
actually knocked one of the men down. Her improved mind felt every sensation
far more clearly and strongly than ever before.

Sy went to her head and
held it close to his, while telling her she must stand still if they were to
help her. She permitted him to do this.

While Rick soon had most
of his forearm inside her, moving as she directed, Deke suddenly departed. When
he came back he had a full-size stallion dildo he'd carved once.

Gently pulling Rick
aside, and carefully lubricating it first from the stream running out of her,
Deke cautiously, yet fully, fucked The Mare, while the other two men pressed
their bodies on her back to give the necessary feeling of a stallion mounting
her. This continued until she finally signaled enough.

Only her urgent need at
this moment led her to allow anybody to come this close to actually mounting
her back once more. And even having them on her like this when she ordered it
gave her a very queasy feeling as her old training conflicted with her new
sense of self. She was very happy when that part of it was over and she was
fully in control of herself and her circumstances once more.