Message-ID: <41452asstr$1048493403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <001501c2f1d0$d7e9a3a0$c701a8c0@orovly01.az.comcast.net> From: "DB_Story" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 23:44:38 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} "Encounters: The Mare" {DB Story} (M/F, M/Mare, rom, mc, zoo, magic) Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 03:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates ENCOUNTERS: THE MARE By DB ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ ) Copyrightc 2003 by DB. ASSM/ASFR (M/F, M/Mare, rom, mc, zoo, magic) (This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended for adults over 18 years of age in the United States of America, and whatever passes for adult status in other countries. If you are under legal age, acting under legal age, not allowed to view such material in your area, or easily offended, please do not continue. This is not for you. (The only rights granted are to view this story. You are not allowed to reproduce, post, or otherwise redistribute this story without permission, except for non-profit Usenet archiving sites. (To purchase for publication, place on your web-site devoted to this style of fiction, or for permission to link to my posted material, please contact me first at the above email.) - - - Author's Note: Encounters (formerly: Animal Genes) stories involve relations between humans and animals in various guises and transformations - all different. Proceed at your own risk. A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated proofreading. All remaining mistakes are mine. - - - This story is inspired by a friend who once mentioned a past life as a horse. It does not claim to accurately represent that life. - - - The change happened for The Mare on a sunny spring day. Because she was only a horse, neither she - nor the humans around her - realized the ramifications of it for a long time. The Mare didn't really think of herself as having a name. She didn't really have any deep thoughts either. Her deliberations mostly related to her immediate needs with little attention to either the future, or anything outside her immediate view. She lived on a well-run farm. One of a couple dozen horses tended to by three stable hands. She was nearly five years old, entering her full maturity as a horse. On this day one of the stable hands (all male) had taken her out on a lead for exercise. It was simply her turn in the rotation to get some attention. Afterwards he washed her with a hose, then rubbed her down with a well-worn towel afterwards. The soft cloth rubbed over her body always felt nice. Though she wasn't in season again yet, her teats remained tender from her last foal and her milk hadn't dried up completely yet. Now as the gentle cloth passed underneath her and brushed across those extended teats, an extra nudge of pleasure eventually made its way to her mind - the first she'd felt in a while, along with a rare new thought for her. The Mare was enjoying the sensations she was receiving now and wanted them to continue. And as she focused on this, her stable hand continued to give extra attention to those teats. The warm feelings The Mare was experiencing continued to build, along with her desire for still more. In response the stable hand started using his hands to fondle and gently squeeze the large nipples, releasing a trickle of milk in the process. The Mare didn't really understand exactly what was happening that moment. Only that when she thought about her pleasure in this particular way, it continued to her satisfaction. Several minutes passed, reinforcing the thought paths for The Mare on how this way of thinking brought about this desired result. Her mind was felt warmer and more active then usual while the stable hand, his eyes nearly closed now, continued to fondle her. This might have continued much longer, but a shout from one of the other hands interrupted them. "Hey, Rick! What's taking you so long?" This jerked her stable hand back awake, and he quickly finished rubbing The Mare down, before leaving to attend to the next horse. - - - That night The Mare was restless. Though she didn't really comprehend what had happened, her mind seemed to be humming along at a more active pace than before. It was a long time before she finally slept for the night. - - - The next day the farm ran along with no apparent change. The Mare trotted around the corral she shared with several other mares, but it was not her day in the rotation and no one was paying any attention to her. By afternoon she saw a couple other horses exercised and washed down, and again gradually became aware of her own tender teats. But none of the stable hands came over by her. Only at the end of the day did Rick pass by and slap a hand on her rump in affection. His touch revived her memories from yesterday, and for a moment his eyes glazed over. Without thinking about it he reached under her to squeeze her teat. But it was the end of the day and food was much more on his mind as he suddenly jerked awake again, slapped her one more time on the ass, and headed to the bunkhouse. Even this small attention however provided additional reinforcement to The Mare's thought patterns. - - - The next day Rick came over to sit on the fence of her corral after lunch. He liked all his charges, and lately felt especially close to Brownie, as The Mare is known to the humans. 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; tardiness which 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 he just couldn't quite remember. - - - Normally the horses are left out at night from spring through fall. However a storm was coming in that night, and the stock were to be put in the big red barn. The distant corrals where the two 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 to Brownie. As they moved the last horses in, Rick put Brownie in the best stall and gave her an extra measure of grain. She was such a well-behaved equine he felt she deserved it. Then he hung around a bit after the rest of the guys. Soon he found himself in the stall with Brownie, and then he was rubbing some nipple cream on her teats, which they normally used to prevent chaffing during nursing. As he rubbed the cream up and down the large nipples milk ran down his hands. He didn't realize that 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. Would you like to help me for a minute?" This didn't sound unreasonable to Deke, and soon he was working the other side. For The Mare, this part of her had never felt so good. Even out of season, her tail 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, until 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 there were gone for a while since it took her a long time to come back down from the pleasure she had just received. 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. Soon Sy, the third 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, and the farm ran on as usual with foals being born, stallions mating, 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 near by to scratch it for her. With all the attention she now received, her teats not only remained responsive, but grew more sensitive over time. She also became more aware of other parts of her equine body as well. All this attention continued to stimulate her mind and she became capable of more abstract thoughts, though she still had no specific goals to pursue. Soon she had her corral to herself. Her herd instinct initially had led her to have a couple favorite companions brought to share her corral, but they mostly ignored her except at feeding time and she eventually had them removed again. Now she didn't get shoved out of the way when trying to eat, and got the best diet on the farm. Though she had been broken to bit and saddle at an early age, and was always a gentle 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. She might have passed on the forced exercise altogether except for how well the wash-downs felt afterwards. 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. Occasionally she intervened in the handling when another horse seemed in distress, or was not responding to the stable hand's intentions, but mostly she just kept to herself and let the days pass by. She continued to wear her halter for a long time because it was so familiar to her by now that she never thought of it. That is until one day when there was an accidental jerk on it by one of the stable hands. She ordered it removed, and became the only horse not to wear one. She could have commanded her handlers to open her corral gate and stand silently by while she trotted away, but a concept like that remained beyond her grasp. She just didn't think of herself wanting to be somewhere else. - - - One difficulty did arise when The Mare went into season again. This happened once a month on schedule. Rather then take her to the breeding area, the best stallion was brought to her and placed in the adjoining corral to let them get acquainted first. This suited her better. The Mare responded to the powerful impulses running through her, and every time she went near the stallion her tail would start jerking and her vagina would go into contractions, squirting out its milky-white lubrication. Although controlled by her nature, The Mare didn't not want to breed again. She had already dropped two foals and just didn't want another one right now. Pregnancy is its own burden, and for the first time she was actually connecting cause to event in her mind. But the urges were close to overcoming her. 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, while the stallion pranced in his corral showing his frustration to get it on with the ready and willing female, The Mare commanded her hands to give her relief somehow. They immediately came over, having been quite concerned about how she had been suffering through this. Though 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 was so strong that she jumped in place and actually knocked one of the men down. 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 allowed him to do this. While Rick soon had most of his forearm inside her, moving as she directed, Deke left. When he came back he had a full-size stallion dildo he had carved once. Gently pulling Rick aside, and carefully lubricating it first from the stream running out of her, Deke carefully and fully fucked The Mare until she finally signaled enough. The Mare received the same treatment from her handlers several more times before her season passed and she was more interested again in having her teats fondled. But the experienced sharpened her mind even further about her control over her situation and making her own decisions. The next time she went in season, they had a soft-rubber horse dildo to use on her. It's amazing what you can find on the Internet. - - - The situation changed when Carl hired on at the farm. The farm was successful in its breeding program even without the contribution of The Mare, and they needed another hand. Carl was experienced, and a strong, handsome man at the peak of his masculinity. For the first few days, Carl and The Mare didn't run across each other. He passed her by on the way to and from the rest of the horses, but there was plenty to do and she seemed well cared for. Finally though 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, and it probably wouldn't have mattered if he did. Carl was more strong-willed then the rest of the hands together, who spent too much of their off time smoking interesting things behind the barn. Carl didn't take any nonsense from any animal. The Mare didn't initially realize what was happening. By now she was accustomed to nothing bad happening to her. Even when she found a hated bit in her mouth for the first time in months and a halter over her head, she still didn't realize completely what was happening. And when she did, she stood there in surprised shock as Carl slapped a blanket and saddle on her back. The Mare did not want to be ridden. She really did not want to be ridden! SHE ABSOLUTELY DID NOT WANT TO EVER BE RIDDEN AGAIN!! But the other hands were too far away to hear her wishes, and Carl seemed to not hear or obey her at all. Carl efficiently cinched up the saddle, and before she knew it Carl was up on her back. The Mare didn't buck, even once. She had been too well broken to ever do that. Instead she fought the only two ways she could. She stood stock still, and ordered that man off her back. All that happened however was that Carl put his heels to her while pulling firmly on the reins, and the bit in her mouth chased her thoughts away as it forced her to behave as she had once been trained. The Mare's corral was large and Carl rode her around inside it. She was well trained and obeyed every command he gave her. And as he rode her, The Mare felt a stirring inside, both the same and different, as something she had felt before. Carl gave her a good ride for fifteen minutes before finally bringing her to a halt and dismounting. As he turned over her reins to the other stable hands whom had finally appeared at her corral to watch this spectacle in shocked silence, he didn't notice how The Mare's vagina was winking at him with out-of- season dry contractions. Afterwards the other hands 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. Though she hated the bit in her tender mouth, Carl had not abused her with it. And instead of suffering, the ride had proven exhilarating. Carl had always found horses powerful and sensual. While his mind was too powerful for her to take over to her own ends, for the first time she picked up on the sexual excitement she created in her rider. Weeks away from being in season again, she had responded pleasurably, sexually. The Mare barely slept that night. Her vagina continued to experience small, pleasurable aftershock contractions. And she'd never had so much to think about before as she did now. As Carl had exercised her body earlier, the thoughts of him exercised her mind now. And when Carl didn't come near her the next day or night, she took things into her own hands. - - - Now Carl wasn't stupid. A thousand pound animal 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 do the obvious. The Mare had directed her other stable hands come and prepare her for another ride. No bit, she insisted of them, and the lightest reins and saddle possible, before they opened the gate and stood aside for her. She went straight to the bunkhouse where her nose told her she'd find Carl. In a way it almost seemed expected to Carl. Since riding her two days ago he had been unable to get the unusual experience out of his mind. He had caught himself thinking about how sensual it had been every hour since. And he had dreamed about it both both nights. It was only that he was new and felt he still had a lot to prove that had kept him busy. If she had waited only a little bit longer, he would have come back to her. Now as they rode into the countryside, Carl felt as one with this horse in a way he never had before. Always a sexual experience to feel the strong body moving smoothly underneath him, he now felt he was picking up the horse's feelings as well. He had started to direct her after mounting. But when she appeared to shake her head and trotted of as perfectly mannered as any horse he had ever mounted, Carl had dropped her reins and allowed her to take him where she intended. As he stroked her neck, it felt as if he was stroking his own. He felt the strong warm body underneath him as much as he felt himself sitting on it. Soon he could feel the gentlest touch of the reins and knew no further instruction was necessary from him to her. In addition to his own rising erection, he felt a growing heat and hunger beneath him. As for The Mare, when she quit trying to command her rider and just shared feelings with him. A two-way communication was opening up for the first time. It was not words as much as just touches and feelings, but it was rapidly growing complete and satisfying. Soon they came to a meadow The Mare knew from when she was young and had run here. She stopped and Carl knew to get off and remove her saddle and reins. And he knew that The Mare would not leave him. Carl ran his hands over her, feeling it both through his hands, and her mind. The Mare was riding his mind the way he rode her body to a more complete understanding of pleasure then either had ever imagined before. When Carl's hands finally reached her always sensitive teats she stomped her feet in excitement as the multiplied pleasure surged through her. Despite being out of season, her vagina was now trembling and squirting lubrication. Carl knew what she wanted, and somehow it just seemed okay. He mounted a rock behind her to match her height while she backed right up to him while swishing her tail aside. Though not hung like a horse in any sense himself, Carl did well for a man. As he entered her he reached around her pulling her tightly to him. As The Mare felt him inside she quickly started a strong series of contractions that gripped him and continued until they were both fully satisfied. Afterwards they just wandered around the meadow together, touching and stroking and talking as they wished. They had bonded, though there was still much to learn about each other. That night Carl left the saddle behind to be picked up another time and rode The Mare home bareback. He soon moved into the barn, and they spent all their free time together. They quickly grew expert at pleasuring each other and were soon usually seen near the end of the day riding off together for a couple of hours. The Mare ensured that no one else ever thought this unusual. - - - There is instinctive knowledge that animals still know even though most people have forgotten about it. One day The Mare realized she knew something important, and what it meant. She ordered one of her stable hands to open the gate and let her out. When Carl came back after finishing his chores for the day, she was gone. - - - "The witch's house?" he questioned the hands. "That's what we call her. No one knows if it's true," came the reply. It was too dark to go now. The trail is dangerous at night. So Carl spent a fretful night before setting out in the morning with the imprecise directions he was given. - - - A witch has lived in the forest for longer then anyone can remember. Probably not the same witch, but nobody ever wanted to check too closely. Maybe it was just an old woman living off the bounty of the woods. But you never found her house by accident. You had to have a reason for going, or you never found her house at all. Carl had a reason, as had The Mare. The door opened at the first knock, to an old woman who looked the part. "A handsome man," the witch said with a smile. "Handsome enough to make me question my calling in this life." Carl didn't know what to make of this. He wisely kept his mouth shut. "I might tease you further," the Witch said, "But I sense true love has brought you here." With that, she stood aside to reveal the loveliest woman Carl could imagine. Naked and full bodied, nearly matching his height, with long flowing dark hair, pale skin, green eyes, large well-shaped breasts and hips, and long beautiful legs. "Carl," she said tentatively, as if in fear of his reaction to her. "Brownie," he responded, and stepped forward to take her fully into his arms. She felt wonderful! It took Carl and Brownie three days to get back to the farm. The witch had given her a simple homespun outfit to wear and some wooden shoes. She only managed to keep wearing it about half the time. The mental link they had enjoyed before seemed gone now. However Brownie said that being ready and able to enjoy sex any time she wished more then made up for it. Besides, they could really talk with each other now. - - - The only sour note came when Carl found out later what the price was to be paid. And that was only because he really didn't understand it initially. "What do you mean she gets your first female child?" he asked his very pregnant wife. "That is her price," came Brownie's soft reply. "And I don't mind," she added, snuggling her growing, milk-heavy breasts against him for some of her favorite attention. "But why? What good thing could she possibly want with a child?" he demanded, visions of Hansel and Gretel dancing through his head. "A witch must be a virgin, or she loses her power. They reproduce by adopting a female child to raise. It is a very lucky girl who ever gets this opportunity." "And don't you mind because?" "This will be my third foal - child. All have gone to good homes. Besides," Brownie added with a grin. "Don't you want to make more babies with me?" Carl had no good answer, so he hugged his lovely wife tightly to him instead. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+