Chamukha - servant and misstress
Epilogue
The Carpathians, a majestic mountain range rises, the fir trees stand close together and form an impenetrable green when seen from the air, but at that time no one can see anything from the air, except for the birds, when they fly.
A green that has gaps. The grove is crisscrossed by paths, trails and other aisles, if there is no snow, which is the case in the following story. Therefore the colors are rather a mixture of green, brown and white dots, the whole is crowned by snow hoods, which lie on the trees.
It is the 14.12.1198, Christmas is a pagan custom and therefore not practiced. Nevertheless, a kind of joy or a strange form of melancholy takes possession of one or the other person as the year draws to a close and, due to the long nights and low temperatures, one or the other turns into a freezing block of ice or just bites the dust.
In the human settlements, therefore, the inhabitants squat around the self-walled fireplaces, stoves or simply around open fireplaces on the streets, longing for brightness and sunshine. Diseases make the rounds, which also does not exactly provide for enthusiasm outbreaks, in addition still thieving riffraff drifts around, in order to rob the poorest of the poor also still the last.
However, far away from the human dwellings, in the middle of mentioned forests, lies at that time a village. Well hidden, it tries not to be discovered and that is good, because the inhabitants do not like the proximity of people.
This is not because the villagers are hostile, no, far from it. It is rather because people could not do anything with them and if they did, then nothing that would be good for the villagers. As a rule, no one met them and if they did, then the person had lost his way, wandered around disoriented and could not find his way out of the thicket anyway.
The fewest who had escaped with their lives told of horses walking upright. The returnees spoke of rational hoofed animals, but they were not believed, they were laughed at and everything was pushed into the realm of fairy tales and legends.
This went on year in, year out. In a habitual regularity the myths germinated again, made the rounds and disappeared again in the general everyday life.
However, there was a colorful horde of cutthroats, of robbers, who wanted to get to the bottom of these tales. Not out of curiosity, but because they sensed the quick money. Horses were mounts, beasts of burden or to be harnessed in front of the carriage, were servants of their masters and if these upright walking animals should exist, then they too could be overpowered, captured, dragged out of their village, made docile, educated and sold.
This thought alone drove the group of 20 into the darkness, driving them through the forest in search of quick and easy prey.
Chapter 1
Two figures moved carefully through the undergrowth, always looking around, avoiding any unnecessary noise.
One of the figures was a little taller, but slimmer and more graceful than the smaller of the two.
They were two anthropomorphic horses. They were siblings. The larger of the two was female and goes by the name of Chamukha, a mare with brown fur, estimated at six feet tall, petite in figure, with a gentle but nonetheless energetic voice. The mare would have her birthday in a week, it was to be her 30th.
Her younger brother Chalhan was just 16 years old, more powerfully built, though smaller than his sister. His fur was glossy black, which Chamukha stands's was somewhat envious of. He was not only her little brother, but also her best friend. A smart little young stallion, who had wriggled his way out, of many an unfortunate situation.
Both of them were looking for firewood, which was not so easy in the snowy conditions that prevailed at the time. Nevertheless, they put one hoof in front of the other, picked up broken wood and brushwood, carefully packed everything into the panniers on their backs, kept searching.
"You can't see anything at all in this damned blowing snow," Chalhan shouted to his older sister Chamukha.
"Just go ahead and gather firewood," she replied quietly. "And don't shout so loudly through the forest. If anyone should hear us, we're screwed."
"Who would be out here in this weather? It's cold, it's storming, and you can hardly see your hand in front of your face. No matter who's hanging around now, they've got to be crazy."
"We're out here," Chamukha tried to make her brother understand his words, when suddenly there was a loud crack behind them.
Startled, both immediately crouched down, looking around. Silence reigned.
"What was that?" asked Chalhan, frightened.
"I don't know. Maybe an animal?" she replied, hoping it really was just an animal.
Suddenly there was another crack, though this time it was not a crack like that heard when wood breaks. Rather, it was metallic, unfamiliar, comparable to the sound of a wall clock winding up.
"Sister?" the young stallion whispered.
"Those aren't animals. There's someone here. Squat very still and don't move," Chamukha ordered.
"What are you going to do?" Chalhan's eyes were filled with fear.
"I'm going to carefully see what's going on."
"Are you crazy. If it's humans and they catch you, they'll do who knows what to you. Stay with me. I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen to you as long as you stay still and don't move." She set the pannier down quietly, pushed it to her brother's side. "You stay under cover between the panniers. Then no one will find you."
"Take care of yourself."
"I will. I love you, you little black whirlwind."
"I love you, too."
With those famous last words, the mare rose a little and crept slowly forward, in an arc away from the sounds heard earlier, using every brush as cover.
After a dozen of steps, it was already done. Chamukha couldn't even react, she didn't even see what was happening.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, she was pushed to the ground, surrounded by several figures, grabbing her, neighing and screaming loudly, a canvas bag was pulled over her head, her arms were tied behind her back and then she was rudely put on her feet.
"What have we here?" cried John, delightedly. "A great catch or what do you say?"
"Well, that went easier than I thought," Cosmin triumphed.
"And I always thought the critters didn't exist," Dorin muttered.
"Oh yes they do," John continued with a grin. "I promised you guys we'd find them, didn't I?"
"Well, the tales...," Dorin started and was immediately stalled.
"...The tales were too clear and for me the clue that it was the truth," John growled at him.
"Fair enough, but what are we going to do with him now?" asked Doran, who was standing slightly off to the side.
"We'll take him with us. Whereas if there's one, there might be more. Search the perimeter."
Chamukha, who was in shock from the attack, became more and more aware of her situation, heard the words of her captors, realized that her little brother was in danger, began to fight back, kicking out sideways, forward and backward, shouting loudly. "I am not a cattle, you disgusting creatures. What do you want from me? Will you let me go? I have done you no harm."
"Shut up you cattle," John yelled. "It seems we've scored a direct hit," he continued, grabbing her crotch at the same time. "Am I right after all. Guys, we got a mare here. The price just went up tremendously."
A terrible certainty germinated in Chamukha that she was to be sold as a slave, that she would spend the rest of her life as a captive of the humans. She gathered all her courage and shouted as loud as she could, "Chalhan! Run away, leave everything and run away as fast as you can! Don't mind me, run away!"
No answer came, of course, nor was anything heard. John's henchmen returned a few minutes later and had found only the two pots of firewood, with no trace of Chalhan.
When Chamukha heard this news, her heart literally burst with happiness. Her brother had once again failed to do what she had told him to do, but this time he had done the right thing and saved his life. She did not care about her own fate at that moment and was ready to submit, but she was thinking about paying back the people. She didn't know yet in what form it would take, but the right time would come.
"All right," John began. "Let's take our gold piece back to the village, see if we can find someone who wants her."
"I wouldn't touch that one with coal tongs," Dorin interjected, "who knows that one has diseases."
"What do you care? Sold is sold. The idiot who gets involved with her should get rot on his dick for all I care."
"Do you assholes really think I'm going to spread my legs for a human? I wouldn't even feel the thickest of your peckers," snorted Chamukha.
"That remains to be seen. Anyway, we won't touch you. We don't want to damage the merchandise," John drooled back. "Now off to the village."
The group with the captured mare started moving.
At the same time in a village, lands and ten days' journey away....
"Damn it," Christi Popa raged loudly. "I don't care if Christmas is a pagan custom. I need a gift for my son. He'll be 18 in a week, and besides, he's done very well in his training as a bather so far."
"My lord," the housekeeper started, "please calm down. I will see what I can do."
"Then see what you can find," he growled, dropping into the chair.
At that moment there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" cried Christi loudly.
"We are sent by the bailiff and are looking for a bather named Christi Popa," came the reply.
"What do you want?"
"We demand entrance and a talk."
"Raluca! Go and open."
A few moments later, two well-heeled gentlemen stood in the room and gave a brief nod of greeting. "You are the bather Christi Popa?"
"Yes, that's who I am. And they are?"
"We are emissaries of the bailiff and wish to deliver a message to them."
"Well then. Say what you have to say."
"Their reputation precedes them by far, they seem to be the best bather in the lands around the Carpathians far and wide. Therefore, the bailiff orders them to gather their belongings and set out for Istanbul in four weeks. The bailiff wants them to attend a healing school there. He intends to send them to the royal court afterwards to serve."
Christi Popa at first just sat there and did not move.
Had he just heard correctly?
Then his expression cleared and he stood up. "Did the bailiff hatch this on his own, or is there more to come?" he boomed bearishly.
"We're just delivering the news. But it seems the order comes from his royal highness to the bailiff."
"Doesn't the king have any of his own?"
"Yes he does, but it seems these are getting on in years and he needs a replacement and they are it."
"He's got that all figured out. And what about my boy?"
"As much as we've been able to gather, your son will soon be 18 and should be able to manage on his own. Besides, you have a servant."
"She's my housekeeper and not even my own. I can't afford such a thing. My son has not yet fully completed his training as a bather and thus my successor."
"As we also heard, it is said to be very good. And we also heard that you indulge in the pagan custom of Christmas, though rather quietly."
"It is not forbidden or punishable," replied Christi Popa gruffly.
"Of course not, but are you looking for a gift?"
"Yes, I am."
"Then this should help you. It's a gesture of respect," one of them said, pulling out a pouch and tossing it on the table. The contents jingled tantalizingly.
"What's this?"
"That should be obvious."
Popa took a step toward the table, picked up the pouch, weighed it a bit in his hand, and then dumped the contents onto the tabletop. Thirty gold pieces emerged. "That should be enough incentive," the bather admitted, swallowing slightly.
"Very good. In four weeks, a carriage sent by the king himself will be in front of your house."
"Agreed."
"Very well. We will leave now and wish you a good evening."
Chalhan had at first remained crouched as if rooted to the spot, trembling all over.
How could this happen, they had been careful, hadn't they?
His sister, what are they going to do with her?
He should stay crouched and silent, she said, but an inner voice told him: Run away.
By the time his sister yelled for him to run away, he had long since disappeared, hearing her voice only from a distance.
Exhausted, panicked and completely lost faith, the young stallion reached his village, was received and tearfully reported what had happened.
Plans for rescue were made, but discarded. No matter what they planned, the people were brutal, had weapons and they would all be in danger and end up as slaves.
So they left it at that and just hoped that nothing bad would happen to Chamukha, while Chalhan vowed to himself that sooner or later he would find and rescue his sister.
The robbers who had captured the mare reached their village, pushed Chamukha forward and had chosen the village square as their target.
If there was someone who wanted the cattle, he was to be found there first.
And the plan was to work.
As soon as they arrived, people gathered and the mare was sold to a trader passing through. No sooner had the price been paid than she was already in a carriage, the whip was given to the draft horses and the team left the place.
By now, at the latest, the mare's trail had been lost.
Christi Popa still stood in front of the table and looked questioningly at the gold pieces. 'To the king's court, bathers to his majesty,' he mused.
The front door opened and Marian Popa, the bather's son, entered. "What is it with you father? My God, where did all the gold come from?"
Christi explained and Marian's eyes lit up.
"Then do it. We won't get a better opportunity for a good life, and I promise to finish my education excellently," the young man said excitedly.
"You're right, but you're still missing some details for a complete bather," Christi replied.
"And that would be?"
"The specifics of femininity."
"What's there to be special about? They like to drool over others and lapse into hysteria."
"Young master!" the house servant started. "I'll be happy to drop everything, too, and they'll see how hysterically I can drool."
"Now, now," intervened Christi. "The young gentleman is still very young and thus to be served with indulgence."
"Perhaps, but he is at an age when he could raise a family of his own."
"I prefer my studies," Marian replied.
"I realize that. But your studies should also relate to the human."
Christi sighed. "Let's leave that for now. Marian, you stay in the house with Racula. I'm going to wander around the place and I'm still looking for something." He threw on some clothes and slammed the door behind him.
Unfortunately, he did not find anything, the search for a suitable gift came to nothing and he returned home.
His son Marian just shrugged his shoulders when Christi reported to him that he had tried hard but had not found anything suitable.
"It doesn't matter, father. Your promotion is gift enough."
With each day Chamukha came closer to her birthday, with each day she moved further away from her home, but with each day she also came closer to the Bather's village and thus to her still unknown destination.
Chapter 2
10 days later....
The merchant, who had bought Chamukha out of the hands of the band of robbers, swung into the final path, heading straight for the village square as his destination, as if he knew that the mare would be sold there for a profit.
So the bather went straight the same direction with his house servant to look for fresh fruits and vegetables himself, meat was a luxury but still just as important. Besides, as a doctor of the poor, he had to look after things.
So the carriage with the mare on board overtook the two, rattled ahead in the square, stopped and jumped the merchant from the coach box, stood wide-legged and drew attention to himself. "Hear ye, hear ye!" he exclaimed. "I have brought something exotic at a distance. A creature that no one here has ever seen before. Come here and look. Come here and buy, if you dare."
At that moment, Christi Popa and Raluca entered the square, gathered around the merchant as well, and looked curiously at what was to come.
Demonstratively, the merchant tore open the door of the carriage, mercilessly brutally reached in and dragged a creature covered with a canvas sack into the light of day, throwing it on the ground in front of him.
A murmur went through the crowd and some looked distraught to the ground.
Chamukha had been given nothing to eat and little to drink during the journey, was still tied by the hands and weak, unable to stand on his own.
"Take, whatever it may be, the sack from the head. The creature is suffering from your bad treatment," the bather shouted, pushing his way forward and kneeling beside Chamukha, touching her shoulder. "Do not be afraid, I am Christi Popa and I am a doctor."
"Yes, a doctor of the poor. You are just a bather," the merchant exclaimed, grinning arrogantly.
"I am no longer just a bather, I have been summoned to the court of royalty," Christi countered, earning the approval of the crowd.
"Then buy whatever that thing is there and it's yours. It's just up to you to save that thing there."
Popa knelt beside the creature again, he noticed her dirty brown fur and briefly stroked it with his left hand. He considered for a few moments, then looked up at the merchant at an angle. "How much?" asked Christi.
"Lord, that will be beyond our scope," Racula whispered to him.
"I hardly think so. I'll buy it," he whispered back, adding aloud, "What do you want for it?"
"Ten gold pieces."
"In that condition? I'll give you three."
"Are you stupid?"
"I'll give you only two for that, and nothing more for any further insult."
"Do you think I'm a cutthroat?"
"Yes."
"All right. Five then."
"I'll offer you three again."
"Give me four and it's yours."
"Fine. Four and get out."
"Very well."
Christi Popa paid the negotiated price and the merchant spat on the ground after sitting on the coach box, cracked his whip and hurriedly disappeared.
The bather knelt again beside Chamukha, stroking her shoulder. "I will take the sack from you now and take you with me. The merchant is gone."
"So I'm yours now," sighed the mare, which was not yet recognized as such.
"Yes. I bought you, but don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm looking for a second housekeeper and someone to look after my son. You would be a suitable gift for him."
"So now I am also a gift," Chamukha breathed weakly.
After these words, the bather opened the sack and took it from her. Automatically, blinded by the daylight, the mare squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath.
"Oh my God," Racula snapped. "What is that?"
"You mean more like...who is that?" retorted Christi.
The villagers whispered in disbelief, showing clear signs of fear and disapproval.
Christi rose to his feet. "Get out of here! All of you! No one has the right to judge my belongings."
Kneeling beside Chamukha, he undid her bonds and helped her stand up with Racula.
"Come with me. We'll go to my house," Popa prompted, taking Chamukha on his left and Racula on his right.
Once home, the two put the mare on a chair and hurriedly brought Racula something to drink and eat. "Here little one eat something first."
Greedily Chamukha gulped down the fruit, barely chewing and dumping the water like a waterfall down her parched throat. "Thank you!" she whispered, "My name is Chamukha."
"Ah, so that's your name. Racula, be so kind and don't stand around pointlessly, hurry and bring all sorts of things from the market, fruits and vegetables preferred."
"Yes, sir," she confirmed and left.
"Marian!" cried Christi to his son. "Come here and help me."
Instantly Marian was on the spot and stumbled. "Who is that? What is it?"
"This is our second housekeeper, and during my absence she will look after you and assist you in your studies. I don't want to leave you alone."
"But!"
"Nothing but! Racula is at the market right now. We need to get Chamukha up to speed first."
"Hmmm... because of me. But I'm not thrilled."
"You don't have to be. The less you agree with it, the more sure I am that you're not fooling around."
"And who says she's not messing around? I mean, that's an anthropomorphic mare. Even if she walks upright, can talk, she's a horse."
"She is your personal housekeeper, She is your gift and you will come to terms with her. It's also very fine with me that she's a mare, at least then you won't start a love affair with her."
Marian turned bright red and coughed sheepishly, while Chamukha snorted softly at these words. Whether that was an expression of reluctance or more like deliberation, she alone knew.
Fortunately, Racula showed up and had done plenty of shopping.
Over the next few weeks, everyone got to know each other better and as Chamukha was introduced to her tasks and duties by Racula, the two agreed to take turns managing the household, the mare got a little closer to her master Marian, but kept her distance.
The time was up.
Christi Popa got into the waiting carriage and traveled to Istanbul under royal protection and sovereign pomp.
Racula managed the half-empty house during the daytime hours, while Chamukha took it over during the evening, night and morning hours.
Marian was her master and let her feel it often enough, but he could also be a gentleman and was exceedingly charming.
Chamukha was always torn between dislike and affection, between hatred, fear and fear of him and a growing infatuation.
Sometimes he was dominant and domineering, then again the just 18 year old boy who was still studying, had no social skills and tried very hard to be reserved.
First weeks passed, then months. Winter gave way, spring came and went towards summer.
Chamukha had recovered from all the previous hardships, her coat was dark brown and shiny, her figure had remained slim but appeared more toned. Since she did not need a complete set of clothes, she was content with a wide strip of cloth, which covered her small, firm and shapely breasts, likewise she kept her pubic area covered with a tied triangle of cloth.
Chamukha was always friendly, serving her master and supporting him in his studies as far as modesty allowed.
However, as the spring progressed, the mare became more and more unbalanced, moody and unpredictable.
More and more often she withdrew to her bower, disappeared for some time and returned somewhat more relaxed.
Marian gave her credit for being a female creature, a mare, and he knew that mares can be bitchy at certain times. He knew that this had to do with a certain female greed and that especially with a mare only a stallion helped. However, this was no ordinary mare.
"Chamukha!"
"Yes, master?"
"What's the matter with you?"
"What do you mean?" the mare echoed.
"You disappear into your room, come out again at some point, seem changed and avoid me, even Racula is suspicious."
"I don't know what you mean," the mare became more harsh.
"I know normal mares, they get in heat in the spring and lust after a stallion to jump them."
"I know what you were getting at. There's no stallion here, and my steediness is none of your business. I have healthy hands."
"Then that is so. You may go," said Marian, and went into his room himself.
The mare stood for some time still alone in the room, and left it to seek out her own.
'Did he see, hear, or smell anything?" she mused.
Once in her room, she closed the door, careful not to let it fall into the lock, but to pop it open again a small distance, an accidental gap created.
'If he thinks I'm going to get it and he's studying up on female details anyway, let him see it and have it unknowingly demonstrated. Let him get horny and die of his cum in his cock', she thought, taking off her breast cloth and exposing her pubic.
Lying wide-legged on the bed, she bent her upper body forward, gazed at her swollen rosy pubic and watched her vulva rhythmically open and narrowly close again. Watched her as the labia pressed against each other and furrowed slightly, then gaped wide again and became shiny smooth, in the upper pubic corner her clitoris flashed, briefly protruded, bulbously protruded and disappeared again in the angle. She was in the main stage of her readiness to conceive, would make any stallion horny with her slimy, slimy pussy and swollen clit.
While watching her genitals in intense desire, clearly sensing that she was no longer alone, she noticed out of the corner of her eye how her Mr. Marian was standing in front of the door, surreptitiously peeking through the crack of the door left on purpose.
'I'll give you a show yet, Mr. Marian,' she was still thinking, and then gave herself up completely.
In fact, the young man was watching the anthro mare and the more she started to masturbate, the more he felt himself getting warm.
Chamukha closed his eyes, leaned back in bed and began to caress her breasts. Snorting softly and breathing loudly, her hands circled her torso, tracing the curves of her bosom, sliding between them, circling again, and finally moving to her nipples.
Once there, the mare let out a loud sigh and one could see how her vulva opened wide, the clitoris protruded swollen, turned bluish, the labia dilated so much that one could even see the pleasure gate of her womanhood, the tunnel to the pleasure grotto.
Marian, who was standing in front of the door, opened his pants at this sight almost as a reflex. Even before, when the mare's vulva opened and closed again, the young gentleman felt his pants tighten and his penis begin to throb. He didn't care if it was indecent and she was just the servant and he the lord and master. From that moment on, she was just a rosy, horny, fucking mare and he felt like a stud ready to mate, overly horny, with his cock craving a wet, tight hole.
Chamukha, meanwhile, rubbed her nipples, taking them between two fingers, kneading them hard, making them grow longer, thicker and harder.
Her clit grew even bigger, her vulva not closing at all, the mare became even greedier for more. From inside her vaginal secretions suddenly shot mixed with urine, arriving at the edge of her pubis and spraying as a thin stream across the room, flying towards the door.
Marian had started massaging his cock in the meantime. He watched the mare's every move, growing greedier as her lust grew as well, his penis throbbing hot and painful, hoping that Chamukha would finally jerk off hard enough for her to climax. But only so that he too would finally get his ejaculate out of his balls.
But Chamukha was in no hurry and didn't even know if she wanted to orgasm at all. She was enjoying the fact that she could control her juices, her raunchiness and her horniness during this phase, which her master certainly could not.
She leaned forward again, looked at her swollen clit, squeezed it a bit, moaning loudly but calculatingly at that moment, and let it swell again. Her vulva began to open and close rhythmically again, ebbing away her pleasure even before the explosion of senses.
Marian was instead so preoccupied with his own pleasure meat that he didn't notice what was happening in the room. He leaned his back against the wall and rubbed fiercely at his staff, gritting his teeth so that Chamukha just couldn't hear him.
Unfortunately, the young master had forgotten that horses have very good ears and this mare in particular could be very beastly at times.
Suddenly and without warning Chamukha tore open the door, stood in front of her lord and master, looked at him briefly, then at his stiff penis, which was already slightly greasy with precum, grabbed it courageously, pressed it against the wall and just held his cock.
Marian got the shock of his life, held still, said nothing and held his breath.
"My lord and master! That is not proper. One does not look into a woman's private chambers with impunity, even if I am a mare. But as I see and have in my hand, you must have had your fun."
"No. No," Marian groaned. "This must not happen now."
"It does, though. And from what I gather from your voice, you have not succeeded in emptying your seed. I would say what an embarrassing fate."
"Oh please, Chamukha. No matter how..." pleaded Marian, feeling at the mare's mercy.
"If I do, then you and I will have a very small problem."
"What?"
"I'll have you in the palm of my hand at all times. You, as master, decide if that's the way it's going to be and if you're teachable. At least in these matters. You will remain my master by day, but as long as we are alone by night, you will obey me. I will show you, teach you and make you feel everything concerning desire and lust. Are we agreed?"
Marian nodded, his look begging for relief.
Chamukha smiled proudly as the victor, massaged its hard, glowing cock, and with a stifled groan, the human semen spurted vertically into the air, then covered the mare's penis and, most importantly, her hand.
Appraisingly, Chamukha looked down and nodded briefly. "Not bad for a human. A stallion would have had more juice now, but the mess just now is enough. Clean up you piglet and wash your cock, it smells like male horny juice. What is Racula supposed to say when she shows up here tomorrow morning?"
"I am your...", Marian started, but got no further, because Chamukha interrupted him. "... Master by day and not now. Here you obey me now. Clean up your stinking slime, now."
"Yes, Master!" came the short reply, and Marian quickly fetched water and a rag.
"When you are done, you may go to bed, but to your own. We will continue tomorrow. The next lesson is how to determine that a mare is horny. You really messed that up today. There's some catching up to do."
"What makes you think that?"
"The very question of whether I was in heat. The signs were hard to miss."
"At the latest when you were in bed," Marian replied meekly. "Sleep well, Chamukha."
"You too, master!"
Chapter 3
The next morning Racula noticed a strange change in the mare and her master. Somehow something had changed, she just didn't know what.
Marian was unusually relaxed and friendly toward his personal lady-in-waiting, and he was milder toward her as well. Chamukha, on the other hand, was too proud to be a simple housekeeper. She pranced lightly through the house, looking too obviously lecturing at her master, while he tried not to notice, instead getting slightly red ears.
No matter what must have happened, she would find out when the time came.
In the early evening, Racula left the house, said goodbye to the two and went home. After a few minutes of waiting, they both looked at each other.
"What does my lord and master want?"
"Show me, master of pleasure in the darkness."
"Chamukha is quite enough. When is your father coming home, by the way?"
"I don't know exactly, but it should be a few more days."
"Then we should shorten the lessons and make them more intense," the mare then stated.
"As my master wishes. I am very curious."
The mare then left the room and came back a moment later, holding a toilet pot. "You know what that is."
"A pee pot for the night, albeit a very large one."
"Yes, that's mine," she was still saying, squatting over it, pushing her pubic covering aside, exposing her rosy, soft vulva, and letting her urine run. Her pubic opened and closed tantalizingly, mixing in lightly foaming vaginal secretions.
Marian watched with interest, if slightly alienated. "What are you trying to do?"
"I'm showing you what made you horny."
"And what is that supposed to be?" the young man inquired.
"My piss and pussy slime. There are female attractants in my juices. You reacted to that."
"You mean I got a hard-on because you smelled like horniness?"
"That's exactly what it is. Now smell it and then you'll see what happens."
Carefully Marian stretched his nose over the pot and took a deep breath. A few seconds later, his cock responded and spasmed under his pants, forming a distinct bulge.
Enraptured, Chamukha looked at it and stroked it. "See, and now we'll go to my room and move on to the next lesson."
"What's it called?"
"You'll see."
With a bulge in his pants, the young human followed the anthro mare, seeing yellowish and clear slimy liquid running down her thighs, noticing how his lust for this being increased, he began to feel himself falling in love with her, beginning to respect her, as mistress, as master, in lust and love, and finding himself wanting to unite with her permanently.
"I smell your horniness," Chamukha said as they both entered her room.
"I'd be lying if I said no."
Chamukha was standing in front of him a few seconds later, covered without cloth, pulling down his pants and looking at his soaring cock. "Have you ever had sex?"
"Well, kind of."
"I don't mean your hand. I mean have you ever put your thing in a pussy?"
"Your questions and your pronunciation are very direct."
"Are you just noticing that now?"
"There's nothing to say against it."
"Then take it for what it is. So, have you ever felt a wet pussy?"
"No."
"Then this will be your first time now. I finally want to get fucked and I'm sick of my fingers too."
"And you want me to ...?"
"... yes. Lie down on the bed, and I'll do the rest."
Quickly Marian had completely removed his clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Chamukha pushed him backwards, swung over him and knelt over his torso. Her vulva was over his face. The young human watched her pubic opening and closing, slowly at first, then a little faster, and each time the clitoris in the upper corner of his pubic area grew larger and darker in color.
Marian couldn't help himself and touched the mare's vulva, stroking her labia with his fingers and when they opened, he slid two fingers deep into her vagina, feeling the smooth, wet surface and pulling them out again. Tough, clear mucus ran and dripped over his hand, large amounts of her vaginal juice ran like piss from her pubis as the labia continued to open and close rhythmically. If it all ran down his chest and collected as a lake on the side of the bed, the rosy mare's room smelled of pure greed, of the purest horniness and lust.
"Keep sliding up. I can't take you inside me like this," the mare whispered promptly.
Marian did so and looked expectantly. What came next was a mixture of surprise, physical tension, lust, pleasure and supreme delight.
No sooner was he in the right position than the mare was sitting on his member, moving slightly and taking it into her wet, greedy vagina, tensing her muscles and making herself tight.
"What are you doing?" asked Marian, moaning.
"I want to feel you and make you feel me. Your human penis is a little too small for a mare, so I need to make myself tight so we can both get something out of it."
"I'm sorry, Mistress, if my cock can't satisfy you, but I'm not a stallion."
"That's all right. I'm resourceful and have a very flexible pussy."
Slowly Chamukha began to move on Marian's lap, began to ride up and down, always careful not to rise too far lest the man-cock slip out of her greedy pussy.
Long since the young man had closed his eyes, enjoying the wetness and heat that engulfed his member, he mentally removed himself from the earth, floating in other spheres.
Chamukha propped her arms left and right of him, was bent over him, her small breasts bobbing gently over Marian's face.
She paused for a moment, took the human's left hand, brought it to her right breast and pressed it tightly against her. "Massage my tits while I fuck us," she breathed completely on fire.
He did as she instructed, riding him, making her pussy tight, firmly massaging his cock, moving faster and faster.
Both of them were breathing harder and harder, gasping for breath, their movements suddenly slowed down again, stopping almost entirely, when suddenly both of them cried out at the same time and Chamukha neighed into their cry.
At that moment, both the mare and the human man did not care that they could be heard and caught in their immoral act. They were united, they were one, they were the heat of lust, the center of everything and nothingness, they were the fornication, they were woman and man, they were mare and stallion, teacher and pupil, master and subordinate, mistress and dominated. By day he was the master, the master, but not now.
When the surges of lust and sensuality had ebbed, Chamukha slid sideways off Marian, lying beside him, steadying himself again while the young man stared at the ceiling, doubting reality.
"You're not bad for a normal person, especially since it was your first time," the mare whispered.
"That was insane, just amazing," Marian breathed to Chamukha. "What do we do now?"
"Now...," the mare replied, turning onto her belly, lifting her pelvis, spreading her legs and thus her buttocks, arching her back downward, offering the human a view of her repeatedly flashing vulva. "you will ride me."
"You want me to jump you?"
"Be a stallion. This time you are not down, but take me and I advise you to use that right hole. I don't like having your fuck cock shoved up my ass. My pussy, on the other hand, is craving a stalker."
"All I have to do is follow your wet, warm vagina, what could happen, Master."
He took his still semi-stiff cock in his right hand, knelt behind Chamukha, stretched his left hand in front of him, gently groped for the opening mare's pubis, gently touched the clit that kept bulging outward, causing Chamukha to groan, approached the dripping wet opening and slowly penetrated his pleasure mistress.
In his mind he was on the same level with her, forgetting that he was a human and she was a mare. He did not care about this difference, nor did it matter under what circumstances Chamukha came to him.
He closed his eyes, just as Chamukha had done, thrusting towards him, snorting and moaning with pleasure as he thrust his pelvis evenly and as deeply as he could into the tight mare's pussy.
While Marian perceived himself as a stallion in his mind, preparing for his next climax, Chamukha had already reached her orgasm, merely suppressing the expression of it.
In the background of the act, the mare had noticed that they were no longer alone. Someone had secretly entered the house and it could only be two people, either Racula or the master of the house himself.
But how had this happened?
How could the person have entered unnoticed?
Shouldn't they have heard the carriage?
While Chamukha concentrated on sounds inside the house, her human master thrust his cock faster and faster into the mare's hot vagina, pausing briefly and finally clasping her as he squirted the contents of his testicles deep into the greedy pleasure maw under a repeated orgasm.
Chamukha, on the other hand, could not determine where the perceived sounds should have come from and focused again on the situation at hand.
"I notice you came," she noted.
"Yes, as hard as I could, even harder than before," he confirmed, still clutching the mare.
"Fine, then you can let go of me now and go to bed. Tomorrow we'll continue."
The young man pulled his flaccid penis from her vulva, which seemed to be at rest within itself, but began to flash again a few moments later.
"My rosse is slowly weakening, but it's not completely gone yet."
"Chamukha, may I make a wish?"
"What?" The mare was a bit surprised.
"I want to penetrate you face to face again tomorrow. I want to penetrate you, be inside you forever, and become one with you."
"Hmmm... an interesting wish. Let's see if it comes true. Now go to sleep."
A few seconds later, the young man had moved away and Chamukha mused sitting on the bed.
'Should she do it? Should she mutter an old custom, an old saying, and make it come true?'
She would sleep on it that night and think about it further tomorrow, because if it did, then afterwards and for all time to come, nothing would be the same.
It would be a change for her master Marian, but also for herself.
The next evening, Racula had finally left, Chamukha looked promptly at her master. "You asked me to do something yesterday," she lifted and sighed.
"Yes, are you ready? Do you want to merge with me, become one? I want to."
"You know that when you are no longer human, you will become a part of me. Nothing will be the same as it was before. Neither for me nor for you will there be a return afterwards," Chamukha admonished.
"I want it, I want to become a part of yourself. I heard that it can be and I want it," Marian repeatedly agreed.
"You could have a full life, become a respected bather, get married, have children."
"I'd just be an appendage to my father and be in his shadow forever and ever anyway. Besides, who says it's all going to turn out that way? Who says I'm going to be successful? You taught me so much, taught me so much over the months. Taught me better about other living things."
"You will be an appendage of mine in the morning if we do what you wish."
"After all, I will be a significant and quite handsome something to you."
"In our following act, you will be reduced and I will become a hermaphrodite. You will physically transform into a stallion penis and testicles, fusing with my abdomen."
"But I will still remain alive, be with you, on you, in you, able to give you and me pleasure."
"If that's enough for you, then so be it."
"Yes, I want it, absolutely."
"Your father will give me trouble."
"I'll talk to him."
"When? When I make you come out from under the hem of my skirt? When you slide out of my penis pocket and stare at him?"
"Yes."
"Your father will get the shock of his life."
"It's worth it to me."
"Then follow me and make it happen," Chamukha urged him, taking him by the hand and pulling him into her room.
"What do I have to do?" asked Marian.
"What I taught you and what you really wanted today," the mare replied and lay down on the bed with her legs wide open, pointing to her vulva.
Marian understood, he had a wonderful master, a mistress, whom he wanted to serve lustfully in the future.
So he slowly penetrated her, drilling his hard cock deep into her vagina. He didn't move, just paused deep in Chamukha while the mare received him, wrapping her legs around him, pressing him tightly inside her and against her.
She tensed her pelvic muscles, vibrated her vaginal walls in waves, and thus sucked violently on Marian's penis.
The young gentleman felt a tingling and ever warmer sensation glide through his body, he had the impression that the mare was not only holding him, but that he was being pulled deeper inside her, bit by bit.
The tingling grew stronger as it went on, gradually concentrating on his abdomen, his legs and his arms becoming increasingly numb, no longer seeming to belong to him.
Chamukha looked to him, following what was happening during the act, noticing what was escaping Marian. She followed, as her vagina began to transform him, began to reshape him into a male sex organ, how his legs first lost their feet and his arms no longer had hands.
Her master was so absorbed in the pleasure of the act that by now he was just moaning, a bundle of greed.
He didn't notice how his legs retreated into his abdomen, how his arms shortened and only Chamukha prevented him from falling on top of her by keeping him suspended above her.
The mare registered very well that he was shrinking, that his head was moving away from hers and toward her abdomen.
Marian himself did not notice any of this, he was introverted, enjoying the warm feeling of merging with Chamukha, longing to become one with her, and opened his eyes only when he thought he heard a distinct cracking inside him.
It was that very moment when his bones were breaking, gradually reforming into soft tissue, his body becoming thinner and shorter.
He opened his eyes and a little away from his face he saw the mare's head, her shoulders and her small firm breasts between which he suddenly lay. He felt like suffocating, no longer breathing, but strangely he did not die, he did not seem to need his lungs anymore.
Chamukha smiled gently at him, stroking his head, his face, and an unknown feeling suddenly flowed through him. The feeling that he would never be alone, that he would be forever one with this mare he loved, inseparable from her.
He tried to turn his head, but could not. Chamukha understood what he wanted, took him by the neck and turned his face so that he could see what had happened.
He looked down into himself and realized that he had a thin, skin-colored body. His body was smooth, shiny and thick, almost fleshy veins could be seen on both sides, which pulsed gently.
Further down, he saw a bulge covered with brown fur, in which two magnificent testicles, too huge for his taste, moved slowly and pleasurably, giving the sack its typical heavy heart shape. A little further down, below the scrotum, he saw the rosy, fleshy vulva, which stopped opening and closing.
Chamukha released his head again and his face turned back toward the mare's head.
"Well, my beloved, do you like what you see?"
"Yes, whispered the Marian tail delightedly. I want to kiss you, my master, my mistress and lover."
"I'd love to. It's about time we tried you out."
"Take me as you wish. Use me and give us both the pleasures of lust."
Chamukha did not ask twice, grabbed him by the neck and began to massage him there.
A hot feeling seized the tail, a feeling that rose inside him and he had to cough briefly, spat out a clear liquid, coughed again and looked at the mare, saw her wiping the coughed up liquid from her face smiling, happy and greedy.
"You've done very well so far, my love. But now we come to the final lesson," Chamukha announced, taking a deep breath.
"I'll do my best," the Marian-cock breathed, enjoying the gentle pressure on his neck and how the mare slowly arched it sideways as a fleshy mating organ, past the bulging testicles where the pleasure juice seemed to bubble, these alternately moving back and forth.
Strange, but he felt within himself what these two revealed. Not only did he feel himself merging with Chamukha, but he wanted to have inside of him and release outward what these two solid, large, oval shapes wanted to empty.
The mare gently but forcefully guided her new wonderful, greedy, lustful Marian-stallion-cock to her vulva, pushed its head between her labia, let it slowly rub against her clit with a loud sigh on her part, pushed it further into her vagina.
Marian's blood pressure rose, he felt his body getting firmer and thicker. The arch he had to make hurt uncomfortably at first, but was drowned out by the ever-increasing lust and horniness.
Chamukha's lust was inexorably approaching the boiling point. The mare had inserted her newly acquired penis into her pussy and began to move it deep inside her. If she was finally no longer alone when she satisfied herself, she was male and female at the same time, was mate and mating in one.
The Marian-cock could hardly believe his happiness. He was deep inside his beloved master, his anthro mare, his mistress, he could feel her, he could sense her, he was one with her and deeper inside her than he could have ever managed before.
While Chamukha writhed on her bed in ever more violent ecstasy, wanting nothing more than to finally climax, the Marian-cock enjoyed the tightness of the mare's pussy, rubbing himself inside her and against her, opening his mouth with pleasure, noticing how with bliss his neck thickened, his head swelled, became rounder. He felt what Chamukha felt and that was the desire to explode.
Chamukha had done it. With a loud cry, her senses exploded in one hell of an orgasm, a climax that was male and female at the same time, she reared up, stretched her pelvis in the air, pushed her Marian-cock as deep as she could into her pussy.
He had only one wish left and it was fulfilled at that moment. The testicles of Chamukha's herm pulled tightly to his body, pressed their contents into the vas deferens, these increased the pressure and fired all the juices of the stallion cocktail into Marian's base, through his body and finally he spat through his open mouth the lust-hot milk foam into the pussy of his herm.
The ejaculate which the stallion mare squirted into herself was so abundant that even while her cock was still squirting the juice, everything shot out of the side of her vulva, spread everywhere uncontrollably, soaked the bed and Chamukha finally let go of herself, exhausted.
Hours later Chamukha awoke was relaxed and satisfied. Her climax was finished and she herself was finally complete. The Marian-cock was sticky with grease, lying limp on her belly, the head hanging down a little to the side, and a thread of ejaculate pulled out of his mouth.
She tenderly stroked his head, whereupon he closed his mouth, spat out the remaining sperm, coughed briefly, and looked lovingly at his master.
"That was wonderful, my mistress. Let's do it again and again, as many times as we want."
Chamukha smiled and nodded. "We will, and you have mastered all the lessons superbly. You are a good student, you are my student."
"I also have the best teacher and am eager to learn more."
"The opportunities will come."
"I look forward to that."
End