AllisonsTraining
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After turnout, Dan took her Allison's lead and slowly walked toward the farmhouse, and on the way they met Angelica.
"Not looking prime this morning, 6828, perhaps you lack motivation, but then again, perhaps it's not you at all.” Letting the words hang out their, Angelica purposefully strode along beside Dan.
"What, pray tell, do you mean by that statement. I'm the problem now. I suppose you want to train me.” His voice a combination of frustration and anger, he stared at Angelica.
"Easy, big boy, while that thought is delightful, it wasn't my meaning. Tie her off to that fencepost, and let's you and I take a little walk, before we see Owen.” Rubbing up against the hard-muscled trainer, Angelica acted for the first time like a mare might, not a trainer.
Suspicious of Angelica's intentions, Dan guided Allison to the white fence which ran around the farmhouse. Tying her off to it, he patted Allison's bottom a few times before he walked off with Angelica.
Allison was burning inside, having heard the converse between Dan and Angelica. What the hell does she want with him? Could she want to steal him from me?
"Okay, what's on your mind, you devilish vixen?” Dan inquired as he stepped out of earshot of Allison.
"Ewww, devilish vixen I am, well, you have no idea.” Again she pushed up against him, this time making sure it was her breasts that brushed against his arm. “I thought about what you said yesterday, about 6828 being confused, and you're right, but you have the power to end her confusion, you just don't see it. Like so many men, the forest obscures the trees.” Laughing softly, she continued.
"For a favor, I could open those eyes and set you on the right path."
Now even more suspicious, Dan fired back. “I don't know what your game is, but you are playing some kind of game. It's clear you like to play games, but I'm not too big to say I've not succeeded with Allison, so what do you see that I don't."
Shaking out her chestnut hair and exposing her throat to him in an action that was clearly submissive, Angelica enlightened Dan. “What every woman sees that most men don't. The best way to motivate a woman, especially a sex-starved, young mare, is to make her fall in love. To us, it's a drug far more powerful than Doc's Progesterone-X. You've been handling her with kit gloves, so as not to confuse her further, but I contend you must go full bore. Seduce her. Make love to her, and make her feel like she's more important than anything to you. Then tell her you want to perform for you, not Nick. I guarantee she will be as light on her feet as any mare has ever been."
Dan's eyes light up like Angelica knew they would, but then they darkened again. “I can't argue with what you say, and I could easily kick myself for not seeing it, but I may already have lost her, to you. How do we get around that?"
Angelica smiled. The knowing smile of a woman who sees she's going to get her wish. “Easy, as that's where my favor comes in. You grant it, and I let you have 6828 back, while making it appear to Owen as if I'm training her."
Feeling he might be between a rock and a hard place, Dan asked the looming question. “So what is your pound of flesh, Angelica?"
"Don't put it that way, sweetie, you'll enjoy, I know you will. You see, I'm a switch. In fact, I was once trained as a mare, before I decided to explore my dominant side, and I hear you have the stiffest, hardest-thrusting shaft in this barn, and I want to feel it. Not just any way, but in full mare garb, slapped in the stocks with nose hooks and all, and fucked deep in my pussy and my ass. Understand?"
Dan stared in total amazement, taking in Angelica's lush body as if for the first time. I never imagined she would simply want a good fuck. “Well, I guess I can't refuse an offer like that, but I have one condition, Allison never finds out."
"Granted, I have no reason to wish to spoil her happiness, she's a cute little thing."
"One more thing, if I make Allison fall in love, and she performs flawlessly at the next show, won't that mean Nick simply takes her back, feeling like she's been fully trained for him?
Smiling like the devilish vixen she was, Angelica replied cryptically. “Well, it would, but I think Owen is going to solve that problem for you."
* * * *
Allison was impressed with Owen’ office, a cool blue shade of wallpaper on which hung may portraits of actual equines. Unbeknownst to her, the pictures could be electronically rotated by a button on Owen’ buffed mahogany desk which would bring up photos of Laughlin Farm's most lovely human mares over the years. As Owen settled into his big office chair, and pressed the button, Allison gaped at photos from as far back as the 20's of flowers of femininity in their mare trappings.
Sitting naked as she should be between Dan and Angelica, she was grateful to have her bit removed, so she could speak if called upon to do so. The conversation on the way there between Dan and Angelica had only caused her nervous tension to increase, and now she was pulsing to know her fate. Perhaps they weren't talking about me, but somehow, I don't think so.
"See the big black book at the corner of my desk?"
The two trainers and the mare nodded that they did, but Dan and Allison looked mystified.
"It was basically written freehand by my great grandfather, who managed this farm from 1949 to 71, the longest tenure of any farm manager. He decided rules for the handling of mares, and their rights as mares, should be written down. His son, grandfather to Nick and I, put it into a book, a set of rules that was accepted as farm regulations at a board meeting in 1979. Looking for wisdom, I thumbed through it last night and found an illuminating section I feel applies to this situation. It reveals some of my ancestor's insight into his work, so let me read it to you.” Pausing briefly, to reach for the heavy volume, Owen smiled at Allison, making her wonder what wisdom the old book had given him.
"Above all else, we train mares to bring order and contentment to unfulfilled female lives. So in recognition of that, we must as trainers and managers recognize when our wisdom for a mare's future is not in her best interest. Therefore, we need to place certain mares at certain times in a state of liberty, to decide their own fate. This should not be taken lightly, or used as a way to avoid important decisions by the farm manager. However, in the case of a mare of intelligence and understanding, liberty shall be granted to said mare to decide her own fate.” Owen closed the book and stood up.
Dan stared at Angelica, as if he could not comprehend how she knew, but the female trainer simply stared at Allison as if she were a ghost from her past.
"In accordance with recognized farm regulations, I, Owen Laughlin grant mare 6828 the liberty to decide what she wants for her future at the conclusion of the next show day."
Tears welled in Allison's eyes, and not paying attention to Dan or Angelica she got down to her knees in front of Owen and pressed her face to his leg. “This mare thanks you and your great grandfather for your wisdom, Master Owen."
"No thanks are needed; it is as it should be. As far as training, 6828, you're going to have the best of both worlds. Dan will train you mornings, and then Angelica will take over in the afternoons. Perhaps you will benefit from both the carrot and the stick.” Owen paused and looked to the two trainers for reaction, but while Angelica was staring at the wall, Dan was open-mouthed with astonishment still.
"Did I surprise you that much with my decision, Dan?"
Getting hold of himself, Dan mumbled. “No, Owen, the decision was great, perfect and insightful, it's how she knew. That's what's driving me nuts. Angelica, how did you know?"
Still staring in the corner, Angelica stood and paced over to the corner, standing beside a wall picture of a lovely mare with curly, chestnut hair of a 1950's style. The caption at the bottom of the photo stated few details simply reading, ‘Alice Wrightman 1951.'
"Do you know of this mare, Owen?"
Owen shook his head, but added. “No, but I see a resemblance. Straighten the hair, and change the eye color and she looks familiar."
Smiling, Angelica spoke her words almost reverent. “Mare and Gentleman, m
eet my grandmother, the mare your great grandfather granted liberty to before he wrote that passage you read. As she told me many times after, she placed the idea in his head. It was her stories of how kind a trainer he had been, and his ultimate gift of liberty that made me want to be a mare trainer, and apply at Laughlin Farm."
Owen walked over to the corner, and took the photo down. “Well, in that case, she needs a place of greater prestige. Slipping the old picture out of it frame, he placed it in a frame which sat on his desk. “There now she can keep a good eye on me, and perhaps she'll whinny at me if I make a wrong move."
In gentle laughter and hugs, the meeting broke up, but as Dan led Allison to the training ring, she wondered many things. I have my liberty, my freedom to choose not just be sold, but who will I choose, and what if I choose wrong. I need to get a chance to talk with Brianna.
How will I ever get along in the outside world without this? Allison wondered as the dildo rutted in her soaked pussy and the milking cups squeezed and suctioned her swollen tits. It was only ten minutes into her evening milking session, but it seemed as if the orgasms weren't going to stop. Racked by spasms of pure bliss, Allison considered the unthinkable. What if the outside world isn't for me, what if I'm destined to be a mare? Let Dan train me every day, and fuck me hard every night. A girl could do worse.
Ten more minutes of sheer delight and Dan appeared, but Allison wasn't sure if she wanted to get off the milking machine with all its heavenly delights. However, Dan was businesslike turning the machine off and proceeding to unhook her. Helping her stand, he pulled her close as she pressed into his hard muscle, looking down on her golden blonde locks and speaking softly.
"Not much more time, Allison, I hope you're ready for what comes.” Taking her lead, her moved out of the milking room where there were three other mares watching them, and took her to the bottom of the stairway to the upper level. Once behind the door, he pressed her to the wall, quickly removed her bit, and kissed her with a passion she had never felt before.
No question, Dan loves me, but is leaving with him the right thing to do. Maybe I'll return to a normal sex drive if I go off the Progesterone-X, but do I want to. Unable to decide right this minute, she took what Dan offered, kissing him back with all her desire, and then whispering in his ear. “Take me, Dan, hard and fast."
It was only moments before she felt his rod stab unto her soaked, well-used slit, and she let herself go to what he wanted.
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Chapter 6
"You have to understand, Owen, I love her, more than anything else, more than this job. Now she'd never tell you, but she missed a lot of life becoming a mare at 15, and she needs to have a love, like I will give her. I can't stand here and say it will last forever between us, but I'd like it to.” Jimmy ran his hands through his curly locks, as he paced around Owen’ office.
Looking up at his youngest trainer, Owen felt a panorama of emotion. It had been his illicit love of his sister that might have made her decide to become a mare at such a tender age. Wondering if he had stolen his sister's youth, Owen responded to Jimmy. “I don't doubt you care, but she's been at this life six years now, and by all indications I've seen she loves it. What if you're wrong, and she can't adjust to the outside world, and she just clings to you and is miserable. I didn't do right by her years ago, but I'll be damned if I'm going to screw her life up twice.” His eyes glowed at Jimmy, and the young trainer could see he was truly worried about making a mistake.
"Owen, it's all over the barn what you did for 6828, and I agree completely with the reasoning behind it. Why can't Bri have the same choice? After all she's your sister, a Laughlin, doesn't she deserve it?” Jimmy let his frustration out by raising his voice at the end, and Owen flashed him warning eyes.
Pondering, Owen settled into his office chair, not paying any further attention to Jimmy's frustration. Thinking of what it was that truly bothered him about Bri leaving Laughlin's Farm, the answer finally came to him. Smiling on the inside, he eventually let his smile sneak out to Jimmy.
"What, what's on your mind? You've got that look."
Shrugging his shoulders, Owen spoke slowly and clearly, as he had made up his mind. “I know you're upset, but can you still trust me, Jimmy?"
Jimmy sighed, his body language saying he wasn't sure, but after he settled down, he told the truth. “Always, who else would have taken a chance on a mare trainer as young and inexperienced as me?"
"Then I ask you to do so now, Bri will get what she needs, but I will handle it myself, I have to.” With his voice trailing off, he added. “I owe her that."
* * * *
Filled with Dan's seed and as satisfied a mare could be, Allison let Dan bit her, and led her out the stairway door, but then he turned the wrong way to go to her stall. Whinnying, she alerted him to his mistake, wondering why he had made it. He knows the way by heart.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm going to be doing maintenance on you and 6831's stall tonight, so you'll both be put up elsewhere. In your case, with an old friend."
Allison followed gladly, beaming with happiness for she was certain an old friend must mean Brianna, whom she had had no occasion to speak to since Owen’ decision on her liberty.
Both the former stall mates let out joyous whinnies as they saw each other, and Dan left them in the position they loved, bent forward and dildo-impaled, but with freedom to move their hips and speak in hushed tones.
When he had them secure, Dan stood behind them feeling of their soft bottoms and imparting his best advice. “Now you two mares get everything settled tonight, and perhaps say your goodbyes, as changes are in the wind, and things may be quite different soon. Allison, I'll be back to collect you in the morning, and I think I'll ask Jimmy if I can borrow Bri to work with you, as there are still a few things you're weak on.” Dan noted that Brianna didn't whinny as he said Allison's name. In the past she would have, always enforcing the rules from the bottom. She has changed, but I don't know why?
Dan sauntered out, knowing there needed mare alone time and Allison jumped in to propel the conversation to Bri's situation, because she was unsure what to say about her own. “So, Jimmy as your trainer, Bri. How's that going, as well as I might imagine?"
"Well, that depends on how vivid and erotic your imagination is. He's in here every night and again in the morning, fucking me silly with that pole of his. I'm actually not fucking myself as much in the night, and getting better sleep, because he satisfies me so well each night. I never thought I would feel this way again, after Owen and all that happened when I was young, but I need him so much."
Allison could hear the sniffling, and knew Bri was crying. “So it's true trainer love, and you want to be with him."
Bri recovered, but her words came slowly, as if she were feeling out her own emotions. “Yes, I ... love him, want to be with him, but there's something ... something.” Stopping, she let the tears flow again.
"Something what, Bri? Something wrong, can we talk about it? I'm a bit confused myself, but maybe we could help each other."
"Not if I have no idea what it is. It just stops me, every time he holds me close and whispers he loves me, and I can whisper back I love him, I just can't. Something inside me stops me, but I can't figure out what. It's fucking frustrating!” To accentuate her anger, Bri let out a shrill whinny, as if mare-speak was the only way to show her true emotion.
"Maybe you're just not ready. I mean you haven't had a lot of experience with relationships as a mare. The only guys around here fuck us at their leisure, and that's not how it is out there."
"But I feel ready, Ally. How's this for ready, you know what a perfect mare I've been for six years, well last night I planned running away with Jimmy. Just leaving, never to return, but when he came in the morning, I couldn't tell him. I just couldn't."
Jeez, she really is smitten, and I have no idea what to tell her about this thing that's holding her back. Why can't I help her, she has helped
me so much.
"Sorry, Bri, I just don't know what to say."
Bri laughed, indicating she still had a sense of humor. “Well then what about you, you said you were confused. Dan and Nick again, can't make up your mind?"
"You're not going to believe this, but it's worse than that. There's something else now, and it's nagging at me."
"Something else, not someone else? Fuck, I was just going to jump onto the Dan bandwagon, and tell you it would be foolish not to choose him. What's this something, and excuse me.” Bri rammed herself backwards against her fake cocks, as she once again felt the sexual need all mares live with.
"Are you ready for this? I love Dan, and I want to be with him, but now I'm not sure I want to leave the farm. I think maybe I'm meant to be a mare. Everyday I'm here now seems like a treasure, now that I think I'm leaving in three days. My anxiety level is rising, but it's because I'm frightened of leaving. Is that nuts or what? We're talking me here, who didn't think she would last the first thirty days."
Gasping with her physical exertion, Bri's gasps soon turned to soulful moans as her climax broke over her. “Ohhh, a good one, real good, but you hold me to no more until Jimmy gets me in the morning. If I can hold off the rest of the night, I'll come like a rocket for him.” After a few deep breaths, she launched into Allison's revelation. “Not so surprising, Ally, a huge percentage of mares go through the stage you're in now. Thinking they want this forever. Well, you know what I decided, but don't lock yourself in and throw away the key, because here it is six years later and I basically want out, if I can figure out what's stopping me. Going to say this once, follow your heart, it will lead you where you want to go."
Will it, or will it betray me. How the hell do I trust such a fickle thing as my heart?