"I'm ... very new to it. Today is my first day, and may I say, what a day.” Allison reflected on all that had happened in this day which certainly had changed her life. Yes, what a day, what a strange and amazing day.
"Yes, when you're new it is a lot to get your head around, but, take my word for it. Things will get even better. If your cut out for mare life, you'll feel at home in about two weeks.” A sound came to Allison's ears, the squishing, wet sound of dildo being forced deeper into wet mare holes. She's fucking herself on the dildos. Surely she's been milked, like I was, so how can she need more sexual stimulation.
"Are you fucking yourself, 6490? I don't mean to pry, but with the milking, why would you need to?"
6490 laughed, a whiny-like nasal laugh through the nostril hooks, and when she ramped up the fucking sounds, ramming her holes against the rubber cocks. “I give you an hour, probably less, and you'll be doing the same, then you'll fall asleep, perhaps an hour or two, and you'll awaken to rut your holes some more. By morning turnout, you'll have had at least three or four orgasms."
Allison could hear bucking sounds now, and 6490, began to moan out her excitement. It was so close, so urgent, her need that Allison felt it too. She needs to come, so badly she can't think of anything else.
"Why is your need so urgent, 6490? Doesn't the milking satisfy you completely?” Allison could tell by the breathy rasps and frenzied sounds she was not going to get an immediate answer to her questions, so she waited patiently for the quivering release she knew would come soon.
"Ooohhhh, yes, yes, coming.” As if it were more natural to her now than the rushed human words, 6490 let out a screaming whinny which Allison was certain the whole stable heard.
"Oh, that was such a good one, wish they lasted all night like when I was first bitted. Sorry, 6828, in answer to you questions, it's the doctor's infernal, but blessed, invention, Progesterone X. He is quick to point out about how it makes you lactate, swelling your breasts into milk-filled melons, but he lets you discover the other effects on your own. Extremely heightened sex drive is one of those effects. You will begin to want it, need it, all the time. Getting cock and getting milked will soon be your two highest priorities. It differs by mare which actually rules your mental state of mind, but either way, a mare's life becomes about being used, in one fashion or another.” 6490 went quiet, giving Allison time to take in the full meaning of the words.
Doc did say there were other effects, so what she says may be true, but if so, why am I not horny, too. I still feel satisfied from my milking.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not horny now, and what you say is hard to believe. I guess I love sex as much as any girl my age, but I can't imagine any living female needing more sex than the milkings would provide.” At this moment, Allison was certain of her thoughts. She must be a sexual deviant of some kind, like a nympho or something. It's because she always wants it that Owen and the trainers call her the best mare. They probably fuck her every time they see her. Allison absolved to keep her feelings about 6490's nature from her stable-mate, as there was no need to hold the girl's obviously insatiable need against her. After all, if there is such a thing as a nympho, this is certainly the place for her to live.
"You're on the base dose, for your first two weeks, but then the doctor will begin to move you up gradually, first every month, then quarterly. When you have been here six years, like I have, your dosage will have tripled. It's best you discover the truth on your own because right now you think I am some sort of freakish slut.” 6490's words came soft and non-accusatory, but still Allison felt a wave of shame cross over her at the girl's right on the mark guess about her suspicions.
"I'm sorry. It's just hard to believe. Let's talk about something else. Do you have a name? I don't imagine I'll get a chance to speak it much, but I'd like to think of you as a friend, not a numbered mare. My name is Allison James, my boyfriend, Nick's, family apparently owns this farm, and it was he who brought me here. He's ... unhappy with how big a bitch I was, and I guess this is meant to take me down a peg or two."
Had there been face to face communication, Allison would have seen the shocked look on 6490's face at the mention of Nick's name, but there was not, and Allison remained blissfully ignorant of what 6490 now knew.
"So had you been with Nick long, any plans for matrimony? My god, I'd almost forgotten what this is like, talking to another woman. Of course, I'm interested to know what you think of being a mare, and if it has dampened your feelings for Nick, because he's putting you through this.” For the first time 6490's voice sounded excited, through the gloom, and Allison picked up on the excitement, forgetting for the moment her stable-mate had ignored her request for her name.
"Almost three years, and yes, I had thought about marriage, but I always got the feeling he was uncommitted to it, until now. It all started with a little sex game we played, in the car on the way here, where for the first time, well ... not the very first time as there was the sex the other night, but he took control, both times, and even though I had always thought I wanted to control things. It felt so much better having him control me ... all tingly, and thrilling. Of course, this takes that so much further, being trained to perform for him. Christ, Owen looked inside me today, saw what I wanted when I didn't even know, and he was so damn right.” Allison pulled her head together, and suddenly a realization hit her.
I'm aroused again. Those rubber cocks feel so good inside. That's why Dan left the lower stocks open, to free our hips, so we could fuck ourselves as much as we wished all night long. Not wishing to reveal her horny condition for fear of being ridiculed for dismissing 6490's nature out of hand, Allison slowly pushed back, savoring the feel of the dildos sliding deeper in her mare holes.
"So it's safe to say you like your mare status so far, right? How do you feel about Nick, right now?” 6490's voice came sexily through the darkness, clinging to Allison's ears, making her wonder why her fellow mare was so interested in her boyfriend and their relationship.
"Well, some of being a mare has shocked me, the rings on my nipples and pussy, and being forbidden to talk, being milked like a cow, and the raw agony that lead can inflict on me, but I don't want it to stop. The sex, especially the milking and sex, is to die for, and Dan is hot man meat. All I can think of is this sort of thing continuing, but back home with Nick. It's like I want to become a trained mare as soon as I can, so Nick will see me. I imagine he sees how submissive I am, and he takes me home. I can hardly believe I said that, but I can't deny it.” Allison started to fuck herself slowly on the twin dildos, causing the stocks to creak a bit as she moved. I don't care if she knows. I'm wildly aroused and I need this. I've got to come again.
"Well, sounds like someone is committed to pleasing their owner, and wait, it also sounds like someone here is horny, fucking herself faster and faster, needing to climax. Now who could that be?” 6490 gave the nasal giggle again, and pushed herself back on her embedded shafts. “I'll join you, I'll be damned if I'm not ready again, but we must get some sleep tonight. You're not used to the training regimen, and without sleep it's a bitch."
Laughing together at their uncontrollable libidos, the two mares rutted on the fake cocks, until they whinnied out fantastic orgasms, and heard another far away climactic whinny. Allison hadn't thought it possible to fall asleep with nasal hooks in, but within minutes of their orgasms the two exhausted stable mates were fast asleep.
It was not until her third waking that Allison and 6490 were again pursuing mare contentment. After they sated themselves, Allison noticed the stall was getting lighter and asked about why. “Aren't we under the barn? How is the stall getting lighter?"
"The stall lights are programmed to light or darken with the natural cycle of the sun, day and night, so it will be morning turn out soon. Dan will come for us, and I dare say, he'll come inside one of us.” 6490 sounded eager to be the recipient of Dan's man juice.
"That will have to be you. He has to wear a rubber if
he takes me, Nick's orders. I imagine that will cut down on the real cocks I get to feel. If it's about to be morning, you must tell me your name, it's only fair."
It was getting lighter rapidly now, and Allison feared Dan would come, enforcing their silence before she got her stable-mate's name. However, there was a pregnant pause, and Allison sensed reluctance on 6490's part. What is she afraid of? I only want to get to know her, be her friend.
"B ... Brianna, Allison, my name used to be Brianna. People called me Bri.” There was still a tension in the air, and in Brianna's voice, as if something had been left unspoken.
"It's a very pretty name. Is there a problem, don't you like it. Certainly it's preferable to 6490.” I still don't see where here anxiety about her name is from, but she certainly has it.
Brianna responded defensively to Allison's suggestion. “I am 6490 forever, Brianna is no more, but that's not the issue. You see, I was Brianna Laughlin, Owens's sister and Nick's cousin, until six years ago, when I gave that up to become a mare. A mare is all I ever want to be."
Seconds after Brianna's words, the stall door opened and in walked Dan. Businesslike, he hit the button extracting the twin dildos from the mares, and moved quickly behind Allison, slipping a condom on as he went. Dan took her ruthlessly, as if he were taming a wild mare, using her pussy until he spurted in his rubber sheath.
Allison came again, making Brianna prediction of three or four orgasms by turn out prophetic, but mentally, she was barely there. She could own the farm, walking about with Owen and Nick at her beck and call, but she chose to be a mare. No one placed her here by force, or by threat of leaving her, she just wanted to do it. Owen was right, I do have a lot to learn.
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Chapter 3
Quickly Allison and Brianna were bitted, effectively ending their nightlong conversation, and lead by their leads to the turnout area. Along the way, Allison looked at Brianna's inner thigh to spot the inked confirmation of what Brianna had shockingly told her. O. Laughlin was listed on her thigh as her owner, and her date made a mare was January 5th, 2002, well over six years ago. Looking over Brianna, now that she could see her, Allison thought surely the raven-haired young girl could not be much over 20, which presented a mind-shattering possibility. Could Brianna have committed to being a mare before she was even eighteen?
Fortunately, Allison's attention was diverted by the crowded turn out area. This could be a beauty pageant dressing room for all the lovely, young girls there are here. All bitted, pierced, bridled, and nearly nude as human mares. Allison marveled at the assemblage of skin, eye, and hair colors of dozens of bent over mares, with their leads tied off to a hitching post and rail.
The splendor of the turn out/show area was amazing too. She was inside a huge underground amphitheatre, with a huge sandy floor area for the mares, and bleacher seats and private boxes for spectators. Allison looked from her bent position at the biggest box, right up front on the right center of the show area's high walls. The sign on the box said Laughlin, and Allison knew that was where she would next see Nick. He'll watch me from there, nude and prancing for him, my breasts heavy with milk. I'll give him a show he's never seen before, making him want me so bad.
Dan's crisp slap on her ass interrupted her fantasy, and he untied her and Brianna's leads and had them stand erect. Pulling their faces right up close to him, he lectured his mares. “This is morning turn out, where every mare shows in pairs what level of training they're at. All I expect of you, 6828, is to get through it without making a fool of yourself, 6490, or me. You did the basic moves last night going to your stall, remember, but they were at show pace, this is done at a full trot. I'm hoping that since your natural tendency was to go faster, you'll be a natural at this, but either way, you will trot perfectly in time. Watch now, and get an idea of what is expected.” Dan removed his mare's bits, and nodded his head at Brianna.
Allison didn't know what to make of that. Does he want us to speak, here in what passes for public? I thought that wasn't allowed.
Allison felt Brianna's breath on her right ear, and suddenly there were hushed whispers flooding her mind, as Brianna started to narrate what the first pair of mares was doing. “As you can see, their hitched at the neck and waist, so they must maintain equal speed, and proper separation. The waist hitch is solid metal, and must be considered first, as the neck hitch is just loose rope, so they don't break their necks if they should fall."
So not every mare is perfect, some do fall, and I guess they just pick themselves up, and continue. Looking at the first pair of statuesque brunettes with the customary heavy breasts, Allison saw the loose rope connection at the neck, but was startled by the waist connection. Two thin metal bars with form-fitted holes to fit two female bellies at the waist were locked between the two mares, essentially cementing their hips together to act in unison. That means I will have to keep up with Brianna. I hope she can go slowly.
The pair started their trot, the same high exaggerated step as she had done last night, but their knees went higher than hers ever had. However, it was the speed that blew Allison's mind. Christ their at a full jog, almost a marathoner's base pace. I can't possibly ... “You're watching, and you're terrified. You're thinking no way, I can't go that fast, but you will, with time. Right now, it's important to remember that I'll be moving at just slightly slower of a pace, the slowest acceptable, and for both our sakes, you must maintain the pace. Even if your knees go lower than allowed, or you abandon the step entirely and just run beside me, think pace, I must maintain it. The knee heights and the step are form issues, and you'll be corrected for them, but if we fall, or fail to complete our two circles, we'll be savagely punished in front of the whole stable. Something I insure you will be agonizing."
Rather than calm her, Brianna's whispers simply made Allison a nervous wreck, as she watched on pair after another do their trotting circuit. They all seem perfect to me, no stumble or falls, and although I'm no judge yet, their step and knee height seems immaculate. I'd certainly feel better if I saw someone at least stumble.
But she did not, and soon Dan was fitting the metal bar around their waists, and she felt the rope connector on her soft neck, just over her collar. Testing how tight the waist connection was, Allison found little leeway. With these arm-binders, and the new hooves, I have bad balance, and it's only going to take a little misstep to put us both in the sand.
Dan cracked a crop on Allison's thigh, and Brianna took off, jerking Allison to movement and setting the pace. The first thing Allison noticed was how her now-huge breasts flopped painfully as she trotted. I need a milking, soon.
However there was no time to think about the physical and sexual relief of milking, as Brianna pressed on in earnest. Initially, Allison tried to maintain her knee height, and some semblance of the correct step, but within a half circle she was simply jogging beside Brianna's high steps and hoping to make it.
Unfortunately, she did not. Near the end of the first circle, she stumbled, fell forward, and took Brianna's face to the sand with hers. The two mares squirmed up, and Brianna tried to move forward, but Allison was unprepared and tumbled again, taking her stable-mate with her.
In all, they fell six more times, before they finished the circuit, exhausted by the falling and getting up. Even Brianna was out of her usual form when they finished.
Dan reserved a disgusted look for Allison, who was cursing herself inside. What an idiot with two left hooves I am. I can't even look at Brianna, I'm so ashamed. Out of sheer frustration, Allison let out a primal whinny, squealing loud and plaintive.
Dan turned to Owen, who had been silently watching the pitiful display. “Three dozen for 6828, and one dozen for 6490?” The words were uttered as a question, and Owen nodded his assent.
"Wait a minute here, why is the new mare getting off easy? I have nothing against the punishment of 6490, as she clearly was not at fault, so minimum punishment is dictated. However, it's been long held that the p
unishment is a dozen strokes per fall. That's eight dozen, 96 strokes not thirty-six. Who's being the weak, ineffective trainer now?” Of course, Dan's accuser was Sam, who seemed to be reveling at having found a mistake by his fellow trainer.
"I can't argue, Dan, it is the norm, it's just been a while since we've seen eight falls in two circles. Sam, you're right, but is there any room for compromise here. 6828 is Nick's mare, and she had no previous training, I don't think she deserves eight dozen.” Owens's voice was conciliatory, and Sam glowed at having his boss admit his correctness, and ask for a compromise.
"There is, Owen, and it's an easy one for you and Dan. She gets her three dozen, but I administer them. Don't you even think of try to impose a limit, Dan, you'd be fit to be tied if someone interfered with your punishments."
Allison had been staring at Dan during the trainer's exchange, and she knew she was in terrible trouble when his eyes widened with shock at Sam's proposal. Sam's strokes, probably with whip or cane, will certainly be far more agonizing than Dan's would have been. I'm going to hurt, and hurt bad.
Dan nodded his assent to Sam's proposal, hard as he might make the strokes, it would be hard for him to make 96 less than 36. “I do 6490's punishment.” It was all he could ask for, and Sam nodded, gleeful he had gotten his way against Owen and Dan.
The gleam in Sam's eye frightened Allison, as well it should. Dan led her to the hitching rail, and clipped her lead tightly to it. He grabbed a spreader bar from the central box near where Owen was standing, and spread Allison's hooves apart.
While he was working on her Allison was a mental wreck, but she began to realize the inherent danger of being attached to the hitching rail by her lead. When I squirm and jerk with the pain, and I will do so, I'll be pulling on my pierced nipples and labia, tripling the torment. Can't I be tied down tight, better to suffer just once?
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