Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (87 page)

The Mare received the
same treatment from her handlers several more times before her season passed,
after which she was again more interested in having her teats fondled instead.
But this experienced sharpened her mind even further about her control over her
situation and ability to make her own decisions.

The next time she went
into season they had a soft-rubber horse dildo to use on her. It's amazing what
you can find for sale on the Internet.

* * * *

Everything didn't always
go as planned for The Mare. Unanticipated circumstances could still lead to
unexpected results. For example, one day one of her shoes came loose.

The Mare was aware of
the problem long before the stable hands would have would have noticed it. And
it irritated her enough to summon them to fix it for her.

When they arrived in her
corral with their equipment to deal with the problem she didn't realize all
that they'd brought with them. She let them inspect her affected foot without
protest and then ordered them to fix it. That was her mistake.

Following established
procedure for shoeing, or working on a horse otherwise where that horse might
get upset and kick, buck, or bite, Sy clamped a
twitch
on her tender
nose before she realized what was happening.

The surge of pain was
immediate, and immense. While a
twitch
will normally just distract a
horse from thinking about anything else, The Mare was no longer your normal
horse. And the worst part was, she found herself unable to order them to remove
it at once. She was unable to concentrate long enough to use her new abilities
in any regard whatsoever.

The problem was that The
Mare still had the same brain as before, despite using nearly all of it now on
a daily basis. This is how she'd managed to accomplish so much for herself
already. Using her mind so fully had put her on par with the humans around her,
most of whom only use small parts of their own brains at a time. What she
lacked was a formal education that included how to think and solve problems, as
well as any experience beyond this farm itself. She made up for some of this
with innate
horse sense,
but in many ways she remained very naïve.

In addition to the
control this allowed her to exert, it's how she'd become adept at connecting
cause and effect, and her successes so far at planning ahead—both talents
few regular equines ever master. It also explained her greatly improved ability
to feel pleasure, even out of season, and her increasing desire for it.

But in the same way the
ability to feel and enjoy a greatly expanded range of pleasures now existed for
her, the flipside of experiencing pain much more strongly had also come alive
in her. And that was where she was now. What might have proven just a strong
distraction for her before her mind had awoken so fully was now major distress.

None of the hands
realized her dilemma. They continued on with their instructions to fix her
shoe, oblivious to her discomfort. And because she couldn't even think enough
to move away, there was no sign of her situation.

Only when they were done
did they remove the
twitch
. The Mare was so stunned by the whole
experience that they were already packed up and gone from her sight before she
could even think straight about what had just happened.

But she learned several
valuable lessons from this. The next time she needed a shoe fixed the horrible
twitch
was forbidden. Although the hands were leery to approach her without it for
something like this, she required them to fix that problem for her now.

Although in some ways
the discomfort was even worse, and twice she half-lashed out before she was
able to stop herself, she made it through the experience mostly because she
remained in control this time and was able to order them to stop each time it
became too much for her.

This second experience
without it left her reconsidering the use of a
twitch
once more, but
only if there was a better way to balance its effect on her against her own
needs.

The loss of control over
the others that it engendered remained a particular downside for its use,
although none had dared take advantage of her during that time.

In fact, a better trust
bond than had existed before had been built between her and the humans,
mollifying some of her feelings about humans overall in the process. She more
looked forward to seeing them approach her now, as compared to just wishing to
avoid them as she had in the past.

* * * *

This cozy equilibrium
changed when Carl hired on at the farm. The farm was successful in its breeding
program even without the contributions of The Mare and they needed another hand
for the growing herd. Carl was experienced, as well as a strong and handsome
man at the peak of his masculinity.

For the first few days
Carl and The Mare didn't cross paths. He walked past her by on the way to and
from the rest of the horses in outlying corrals, but there was plenty else to
do and she seemed well cared for.

Finally, however, Carl
got around to dealing with The Mare. It happened when he walked into her corral
with a saddle and bit.

Now no one had ridden
The Mare since, well you know how long.

Carl, of course, didn't
know this. None of the other hands would have been able to explain The Mare to
him even if they'd thought to do so. And it probably wouldn't have mattered to
him if they'd tried.

Instead he'd noticed her
name missing from the exercise rotation and put it up to simple oversight.
There was a Do Not Ride list as well, but no one had thought it necessary to
put The Mare on that one since everybody already knew her wishes in this
regard.

Now Carl was more
iron-willed then the rest of the hands put together, who spent too much of
their off-time smoking interesting things out behind the barn when The Mare
didn't need them. Carl, on the other hand, brooked no insolence from any
animal.

* * * *

The Mare didn't
initially realize what was happening. By now she was accustomed to nothing bad
ever happening to her. Even when she found a hated bit in her mouth for the
first time in months and its halter over her head, she still didn't realize
completely what was occurring.

And when she did she
stood there in surprised shock as Carl slapped the blanket and saddle on her
back.

The Mare did not want to
be ridden.

She really did not want
to be ridden right now!

SHE ABSOLUTELY DID NOT
WANT TO SUBMIT TO EVER BEING RIDDEN AGAIN!

But the other hands were
too far away to hear her demands, and Carl seemed oblivious to her wishes. He
efficiently cinched up the saddle, and before she knew it he was up on her
back.

The Mare didn't buck,
even once. She'd been too well broken to ever do that again. Instead she fought
back the only two ways she could. She stood stock still, while ordering that
man off her back.

All that happened,
however, was Carl putting his heels to her sides, while giving a tug on the bit
in her sensitive mouth.

It wasn't a cruel, or
even unnecessarily hard, pull on her bit. It was simply a no-nonsense tug to
tell her who was in-charge now. Like all horses The Mare still wasn't good at
thinking about too many things at once. His actions chased away her own
thoughts and forced her instead to behave as she'd been trained.

The Mare's corral was
large and Carl easily rode her at a brisk clip around inside of it. She was
well taught, well mannered, and obeyed every command he gave her before she
could form the thought not to.

Because she was behaving
so well Carl didn't tug on her bit again, which The Mare deeply appreciated.
Carl was never needlessly harsh with any animal. Just laying the reins on the
side of her neck was now sufficient to turn her, while leaning back in the
saddle slowed her to a walk.

As he continued to ride
her, The Mare felt a stirring inside—both the same and different—as
something she'd felt before.

Carl gave her a good
ride for twenty minutes before finally bringing her to a halt and dismounting.
As he turned over her reins to the other stable hands who'd finally appeared at
her corral to watch this spectacle in stunned silence, he didn't notice how The
Mare's vagina was frantically
winking
with out-of-season dry
contractions.

Afterwards the other
hands removed the saddle and tack and washed The Mare down, but didn't do
anything else. She was still in shock from what had just happened and demanded
to be left alone.

* * * *

That night The Mare's
mind finally caught up the events of her day. Although she could still taste
and feel the hated the bit he'd put in her vulnerable mouth The Mare realized
Carl hadn't abused her with it. In fact, once he'd had her attention, he'd been
far gentler in his directions for her than any other rider she'd ever had.

This was hugely
important in her thoughts right now as she weighed her feelings about him.
Instead of suffering under his domination, the ride had proven exhilarating. It
was as if she'd finally found the reason to like being ridden.

She didn't know yet that
Carl found horses powerful and sensual, which is why he worked on horse farms.
While his mind was too powerful for her to take over to her own ends, for the
first time she'd picked up on the sexual excitement she created in her rider.
Weeks away from being in season again she had nonetheless responded
pleasurably—sexually. It had just taken her until now to realize all
this. She even liked how he smelled.

The Mare barely slept
that night. Her vagina continued to experience small, pleasurable aftershocks.
And she'd never found herself with so much to think about as she did right now.
As Carl had exercised her body earlier, the memories of him on her exercised
her mind now.

And when Carl didn't
come near her again the next day or night, she finally took things into her own
hands.

* * * *

Now Carl wasn't stupid.
A nine hundred pound animal acting abnormally is nothing to ever take lightly.
So when you step out of the bunkhouse to find yourself face-to-face with a
horse, bridled—no bit this time—and saddled, waiting so obviously
for you, it may take a moment before you take the obvious invitation.

And it was an
invitation, that much was clear. The way he had The Mare's full attention said
this was no accident.

The Mare had directed
her stable hands come and prepare her for another ride. No bit, she demanded of
them, and the lightest halter, reins, and saddle possible, before they opened
the gate and stood aside for her. She trotted straight to the bunkhouse where
her nose told her she'd find Carl.

She'd prepared herself
in other ways as well, making far more decisions in the last few hours than
ever before.

Her mane and tail had
been fully combed out, as well as evenly trimmed, to look their best. Her
hooves had been carefully cleaned and brushed off. These were things that had
never mattered to her before. But she'd picked up hints from Carl's mind on
what he'd found attractive about her and used that information now.

One thing she didn't
change was her horsy aroma. She'd already had a wash-down after Carl had ridden
her and didn't need another one so soon. Besides, Carl had seemed to like her
sweaty.

She also agonized over
her decision to allow any saddle at all on her back. Just the thought of having
one again led her to review all her feelings about being ridden in the past.

Letting her mind chew
over that for several hours had led her to understand that her previous
objections to being ridden had little to do the rider's weight, saddles, reins,
crops, spurs, or bits.

Well, okay, bits would
always be out for her—but that was because in careless hands they could
do to her especially tender mouth what the
twitch
had done to her nose.
But that wasn't the reason she'd forbidden anyone to even consider riding her
again.

It was the taking of
control over her that a rider exerted which had bothered her the most. Taking
her against her will, without the courtesy of even asking first. While she'd
had all these thoughts long before she gained her ability to control others
around her, only now did she finally dredge them up to review the whole topic
with her improved, critical thinking, abilities.

Although she'd never
refused to cooperate with a rider up until her abortive attempt against Carl,
she'd always felt at some level—violated. This, even though she hadn't
had all that much will to resist being taken in those days. All the other
trappings—saddle, reins, bit, crop, spurs, and weight—had been
merely symbols of that taking.

Then things had changed.
When her mind had awakened to its new abilities, including a better
understanding of her feelings on the matter, putting a stop to this violation
had been at the top of her list.

In the end she made the
decision to accept the light saddle. This way there wouldn't be any confusion
in Carl's mind about what she was offering—which was a lot! And although
the moment it was on her back it stirred up all the old reactions once more,
this time it also excited her in a new way. This time it was preparing her for
what was to come next.