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Chapter 3: Polished Facets

“This place is really nice!” Officer Wright shielded his eyes from the late-morning sun with one hand and surveyed the landscape.

“Yeah, it is. Got two hundred acres, there are stables with tackroom over there, a lunging arena over there, barns for feedstock. With the house and guest house we’re pretty well set up.” Tucker pointed out the main features of his farm.

“How many horses do you have?” asked Doctor Karl.

“Ah, number varies. Sometimes we have boarders, occasional fosters or horses needing rehabilitation from the SPCA. Right now I’ve got 30 on the property and that includes my sweet Kalina and Boori. Most of the horses are grazing the far paddocks – pasture is a bit sparse this year. Kalina is in the house-paddock with Boori. I’ve got two mares in another paddock – I can’t put them with Kalina ‘cause she’s a jealous tart and will bite Venus and Patty. The girls have just come into season, so you’re all set.”

“It’s quite the setup,” agreed Doctor Karl. “What do you do here?”

“Oh… horse treks up to the abandoned mines – not the toxic ones. Riding lessons. Training for idiots who don’t know which end of a horse to kiss. Sometimes I’m called out to help with search and rescue up Tjoritja when idiots fall and break themselves. The SPCA pays us to foster or rehabilitate sad horses. It keeps the lights on. Just now I’ve got a lucrative deal with a bunch of sciency types who are going to pay me so they can fuck my mares.” He grinned.

“Mister Tucker… do you have a first name? I can’t keep calling you Mister Tucker. I’m Leon.”

“Pleasure, Leon. But Tucker is my only name. You can drop the Mister – people only call me Mister Tucker when I’m in trouble.” He shook Leon’s hand. “I heard you calling your boyfriend ‘Rob’. Does the woman have a name too?”

“Ah, yeah. Janice. But don’t call her that. Only ever call her Doctor Chand or you’ll get a lecture about how patriarchal societies belittle the achievements of women.” The scientist smiled grimly.

“Got it. She a dog-fucker too?” the horseman asked.

“No, not really. She might have been interested but the experiment with her in the suit and dogs didn’t work out. I think that pissed her off, to be honest. I wouldn’t talk to her about that either,” suggested Doctor Karl.

“Fair enough. And I guess Officer Laidlaw has some name like ‘Slasher’ or ‘Satan’ or ‘Not your concern’, right? He’s a surly bugger.” He led the team toward a small house. “Get all your gear stowed in the guest house over here. Set up your cameras and whatnot in the dressage area. Those small benches in the arena aren’t for sitting on.” He winked.

The science team fussed about stowing personal equipment for their week-long stay and unpacked monitoring equipment for recording their experiments. Officer Wright volunteered to sleep on the camp bed although he said he’d probably spend the nights sleeping on top of Doctor Karl. Officer Laidlaw and Doctor Chand set up in the other two bedrooms.

Most of their monitoring equipment was hand-held. But a few cameras, electromagnetic sensors and air monitoring devices on tripods peppered the dressage area. “None of you are horsey people, right?” asked Tucker. The team all shook their heads. “Okay. Which of you boys is going to be rooting my girls?” he directed his question to Officer Wright and Doctor Karl.

“Uh, both of us, I guess,” said Doctor Karl. “Maybe. Rob will be wearing the Diamond Suit. We don’t expect it to react positively to a horse but we’re going to try anyway. I’ll wear the Sapphire Suit and we do expect a reaction to the horses.” He suddenly had a thought. “Doctor Chand, is it going to be a problem with both of us in suits? What if we end up, you know, distracted.”

“Not going to be an issue,” she asserted. “Testing has already been tried with couples wearing Diamond and Sapphire suits. Gay and straight. It doesn’t appear the two aspects have an affinity for each other. So if you end up fucking it’ll be because you’re randy kids and not because of the suits.”

“Right.” Doctor Karl addressed Tucker again, “So both of us will be exposed to your mares. Neither of us have done anything with horses so we’d very much appreciate your, uh, guidance.”

“Okay. First rule then. You’ll put on the suit before I bring a horse into the arena. If a hoof stomps on your bare feet you’ll be in a cast for a month. The suit will protect you from trampled feet. We’re not going to do anything fancy. Stand on that bench. I’ll lead Venus past you – she’ll need to get used to the equipment anyway. You calmly tell me if you’re getting any reaction from the suit. Venus will get all flirty with you anyway – she sees a cock and knows it’s sexy time. I’ll get Venus to back up to the bench. All going well sex with a mare is simple: Put your cock in the winking hole, hump until you blow your load. Difficult part is lasting more than twenty seconds. You’ll see.”

Officer Laidlaw stood outside the arena watching impassively. He seemed unaffected by the hot sun. In the shade of a spectator shelter Doctor Karl and Officer Wright stripped their clothing and boots. With a harmony of glass chimes the two men donned their respective suits. The scientist glittered blue while clear sparkles played over the naked body of his partner. Both gasped as their suits tightened - the blue sheen of crystal faded to transparent over the scientist. In unison they groaned and their penises throbbed to hardness when the invasive vibrations thrummed through them.

“Hey baldy, you really do look better shaved,” smiled the young officer.

“And you look sexy all the time,” responded his lover. They stood naked, glittering side-by-side, aroused but disciplined. As Doctor Chand confirmed their respective suits didn’t compel the lovers to couple. “Guess you’re up first, Rob.”

The young man awkwardly clambered onto a low bench near the centre of the dressage arena. When he was standing calmly Tucker brought his mare through a gate. The horse was a sorrel – red-brown coat with white socks and splash on her forehead. She calmly walked beside Tucker as he led her around the arena. They made their way toward where a naked shimmering man with an erection stood on a bench. At first the horse seemed eager at the sight of the man – she whinnied, then squatted to pee. Her head raised up and she pranced closer. But as a faint breeze wafted from the young man toward Venus she suddenly shied away. The horse pranced sideways, shaking her head. “Hey there, gentle, my girl. Hey now…” Tucker tried to soothe the startled mare. But she pulled against the lead, digging her heels into the sandy soil. The horseman clicked his tongue and tapped his fingers behind her shoulder. He walked forward, expecting the horse to follow. She stepped a pace backward. “Well now… Venus has never turned down a horny man before.” Tucker said to the young officer. “I’m gonna lead her out before she acts out any more.”

“Officer Wright! Any reaction from the suit?” shouted Doctor Chand from the shelter.

“Uh, nope. I don’t think so,” he said in a quieter voice. “Just, you know, horny from the buzzing. Definitely no smells or compulsion anyway.”

“Okay, let’s call it. That was more-or-less expected anyway,” she shouted back. “You’re up, Doctor Karl.”

The young man hopped down from the bench as his partner approached. “Ah well…” he sighed, “I get to jerk off watching you fuck a mare.” He reached to stroke the older man’s penis as they passed, but his hand halted a few inches from his goal. “Ah dammit – forgot I can’t mess with you in this thing. Have fun, lover.” He retreated to stand under the shelter beside the female scientist. “Uh, are you going to watch while I jerk off to my boyfriend?”

“No.” she flatly replied.

A naked and glittering Doctor Karl climbed onto the bench his lover had just abandoned. He called out nervously, “Okay, Tucker. I’m ready now.”

The horseman led an older dappled mare into the arena. As he’d done with the sorrel he walked slowly around the arena, constantly talking in a low voice beside the horse as he guided her. “This is Patty. She’s getting old now but still likes the boys. Nothing phases her. Venus was acting all flighty so I’m letting her run off some energy. Patty’s good though. We’re coming up behind you – just stay looking ahead while we pass,” he said to the man on the bench. Briefly the horse rumbled and shook her head but she plodded forward past the naked scientist. “Good girl, that’s my good sweet girl.” Tucker halted Patty a few paces in front of the bench. He clicked his tongue, then tapped his hand twice on the mares grey rump. “Back up, girl. There’s my lovely… back up.” Slowly the horse retreated, stepping carefully backward toward Doctor Karl.

“Uh, do I do anything?” the scientist asked nervously as the horse’s rear approached.

“Not yet. Just stand until we’re settled. I’ll talk you through it. Feeling rowdy yet?” Tucker asked.

“Not yet. I don’t smell her or anything at all really.”

When her hooves touched the bench’s base the dappled mare stopped. Her wide rump was inches away from Doctor Karl’s jutting penis. “She’s pretty wet so you don’t need lube. Rub your cock head up and down her pussy a bit to get slipperied up. Then just do what comes naturally. Push forward and you’ll be in heaven,” the horseman advised.

“Uh…” the scientist awkwardly tried to position his penis. “Uh… I can’t move,” he said.

“Sure you can. Just push forward and you’ll slide right in,” replied the weathered man.

Doctor Karl fumbled a moment longer. “Nope… no, the suit is having a negative reaction. Doctor Chand,” he addressed the woman who had approached with a hand-held video recorder, “I think the suit is not reacting positively toward the horse.”

“Well!” she said. “Don’t force it, Leon. Mister Tucker, lead your mare from the arena. I wasn’t expecting this outcome at all.” She pondered for a moment. “But I have an idea. Let’s head back to the shelter.”

“Hey, Leon… what happened?” asked the young officer as his lover returned. “No horsey fun?”

He shook his head and replied, “I don’t know. I was really expecting the suit to activate with the horse. Fucking hell - that kinda blows my theory out of the water.”

“Okay boys,” said Doctor Chand, joining them by their belongings, “You two go have a wank. Believe it or not having two erect penises pointing at me is distracting. And there’s nothing else you can do with the suits so disrobe them, get dressed and re-join me here.”

Officer Wright shrugged. “Oh well. Last one to cum eats the soggy biscuit! So, you know, I’m gonna take my time. I like watching you cum first anyway.” He chuckled. The two men wandered behind the shelter egging each other on. First there was a gasp, then the sound of a rock impacting the dirt. Then a voice said, “Oh yeah, that’s beautiful!” then he gasped as another rock impacted.

Two lovers walked hand-in-hand back to the shelter. The scientist carried a blue faceted globe and the young officer carried a clear crystal. They placed the crystals in a padded container then donned their casual clothing while Doctor Chand scribbled notes. A minute later the horseman returned to join the trio.

“That didn’t go well,” said Tucker. “Venus was being an idiot and Leon doesn’t like Patty.”

“Right,” said Doctor Chand, “Doctor Karl, tell us what happened.”

“Okay. I stood on the bench randy like the suit makes you. “Doctor Karl recounted. “When the horse’s rear was close the suit seized. I couldn’t move forward at all. It was exactly like the negative reaction I had with Stellar, the German Shepard bitch, when she was out of season.”

“Okay. Officer Wright, what happened with you?” she asked the young man.

“Uh, nothing at all,” he stated. “The mare went past, but I didn’t smell anything or feel any particular attraction.”

“Right. Mister Tucker, can you tell me how your horses were reacting?” she asked the horseman.

“Yeah. Venus was all good – she saw hard cock and was ready to go. But then she caught wind of something. Like when she smells a dead wallaby – she shied and got a bit panicky. Patty was better but I could tell she was grudging. She’s a good girl and would walk through fire if I asked her. But her ears were set back in the ‘I’ll do it, but I don’t like it’ way. Something was unsettling her too,” said Tucker.

Doctor Chand nodded as the horseman spoke. “Mister Tucker, with your forbearance I’d like to do one more test today.” She indicated toward the third suit case. “If you’re willing, I’d like you to don the second Sapphire Suit. And would you have sex with your grey horse, ah, Patty did you say?”

“Uh, sure thing,” he said, confused. “You all going to watch? I don’t mind but I’m not part of your clique. Patty’s sweet. Bit boring but all horse pussy is good, right? Well, I think it’s all good anyway,” he said to their dubious expressions.

“What’re you thinking, Doctor Chand?” asked Doctor Karl. “You think it’s something about the horse Kalina and you’re expecting a negative reaction with Tucker and Patty, right?”

But she shushed him. “Just observe, Leon. Either way we’re about to make an important discovery.”

Unselfconsciously the dark-skinned man stripped under the shelter. He grasped the active Sapphire orb in one hand and squashed it down with the other. In seconds he was gasping, glittering, and erect as steel when the suit finished integrating. “Geeze man, how do you get used to that feeling inside your cock? Okay, I’m gonna fetch… wait a mo…” He turned his head left, right, walked toward the arena. “You fellahs smell that? You must smell that. This whole place smells like apple pie and red wine…”

The trio watched as the naked man stalked around the arena, then walked toward the adjoining gate. Patty’s head leaned over the wooden rails and she whickered an excited greeting. The old mare tossed her head in excitement as her owner approached. As soon as Tucker unlatched the gate the horse pranced through. She nuzzled Tucker, then squealed. A hot stream of yellow splashed as she squatted. “It’s you! Gods, old girl you’re smelling extra spicy now!” he breathed her heady aroma.

Doctor Chand nodded at their behaviour. “A-hah! I thought so…” she muttered, watching the interplay of the aroused horse and owner. Doctor Karl glanced at the woman but she motioned to watch the coupling.

Without encouragement the dappled mare trotted to the low bench and backed up until her rear hooves touched the wooden supports. She squatted again and urine sprayed onto the slats. Her vulva winked repeatedly while she alternately nickered and squealed. Tucker chuckled as he approached the bench, “Been a while since I’ve seen you this frisky, old girl. Patience, my dear. I’ll give you want you want.” He jumped nimbly onto the bench. Overhead sun made his suit sparkle like stars against the midnight of the horseman’s naked skin. He caressed the wide grey flank of his mare as she pawed the ground impatiently. Tucker squatted low on the bench to bury his face in her long vulva. The trio watching from the shelter heard him inhale deeply then groan with lust. Intoxicating oestrous pheromones infused the man, amplifying his passion for his girl.

With one hand braced on her rump Tucker used his tongue to caress the lips of her labia. His other hand reached between her back thighs to fondle her nipples. Patty had foaled once, years before, but her teats remained enlarged and sometimes when she was in season Tucker could squeeze droplets of milk from her nipples. Whenever she clenched, winking to expose her clitoris he flicked his tongue over the exposed sensitive flesh. He drew back suddenly as the mare squatted again, showering his legs and groin with urine. “Dirty girl – you nearly gave me a mouthful then,” he muttered chuckling. He rose again to align his wetted penis with her velvet entrance. Using his hand he peeled his generous foreskin back, then rubbed the exposed glans of his penis along her crevasse, liberally coating himself in her mucous. His dark penis matched the dusky tone of Patty’s labia – they were perfectly matched, and perfectly mated as he pushed forward.

Her winking lips parted around his sensitive cock-head and he entered her easily and smoothly as he’d done a thousand times before. Tucker’s scrotum rested against her pulsing labia. Man and horse were long-time lovers – two decades of sharing their bodies, pleasing their mate. Familiarity brought an understanding of how each gave their partner pleasure. “My sweet baby…” Tucker groaned as he penetrated the mare. She clenched around him a few times before he pulled back, completely freeing his penis. Moisture and diamonds glistened along his length. As the mare’s vulva winked again he pressed forward, driving into her depths. His hips impacted the mare’s rump and she braced to meet his thrusting. With long-practiced movements Tucker humped and grunted as he pounded his flesh into hers. His fingers dug into the mare’s thigh, tensing with the building pressure in his groin.

Tucker cried out and slammed his body forward, every muscle becoming rigid to squeeze his essence into his lover. “Oh Patty!… Oh… oh…” He was oblivious to the musical tinkling of the erupting Sapphire Suit reforming an elongated globe. While he juddered and moaned the faceted crystal thumped to the wooden bench then rolled off to fall to the dirt. But that was insignificant to the man lost in the throes of his orgasm. Bursts of pleasure pumped semen from his contracting balls into his lover. For long minutes they stayed embraced. Occasionally Tucker gasped and shuddered with aftershocks of climax while Patty clenched to squeeze the dregs of the man’s semen.

The mare suddenly pranced forward making Tucker stagger. She trotted proudly around the arena, tossing her head and nickering. Repeatedly she stopped to squat another stream of urine into the dust. Tucker sat on the damp bench, chuckling at Patty’s joyous antics. “Hey, Leon!” he called out, “can you toss me my boots? The crazy girl’s likely to stomp on me.” He caught each thrown boot and donned their protection. Naked except for his boots, the bald horseman captured the reacting mare then guided her toward the exit gate. “That’s my lovely. You go show off to Venus. Let her know what she missed out on. Good girl.” He slipped the bridle from the horse’s head and released her to the paddock. Unselfconsciously the dripping man returned to the trio at the shelter.

“Do you, uh, need a towel?” asked Doctor Karl, noticing the man’s urine-damp legs.

“Nah. Jeans’ll soak it up. It’s not the first time Patty’s squirted me.” He kicked off his boots to pull denim over his wet legs. “It’s how I keep my good looks.” Doctor Chand clucked her tongue in disgust.

“Okay, so what do you think you’ve discovered, Doctor Chand?” asked Doctor Karl when the trio has stored the monitoring equipment at the guest house. “You looked like you were going to burst when Tucker coupled with the mare.” They sat around the dining table with a video conference monitor so Doctor Ash could join the conversation.

She consulted her notes. “We’ve been working under a partially incorrect hypothesis,” she began in her lecture tones. “We theorized the suit is aligned to a type of animal – Diamond aligned to canines, and Sapphire aligned to horses.” The three men nodded along. “I think it’s more than that. I think the suit is also attuned to the alignment of the wearer.”

“How do you mean?” asked Officer Wright.

“You and Doctor Karl have an affinity for dogs. I think the suit recognizes that in you. Or rather, it’s amplifying your natural inclinations. Neither of you seemed especially enthusiastic for the mares, would you agree?”

The young officer and Doctor Karl nodded. “I was willing to try but the mares were kind of intimidating to me,” said the scientist, and his boyfriend agreed.

“Tucker,” she addressed the horseman, “Would you agree that you’re sexually attracted to horses, that your coupling with them is part of your nature?”

“Sure,” he said. “People are crazy. Horses are easy to understand. Been loving my girls and sometimes the geldings since I was a lad.”

“Right. The suits are aligned to a species and need a human also aligned to that species to inspire a coupling with an animal.” She considered a minute. “I think that’s why the Diamond Suit had been in service for decades but we’ve only recently discovered how to duplicate it. Convergence of an oestrous dog with a person wearing the suit who is amenable to copulating with that dog was a very unlikely occurrence. It seems we lucked out a second time when a horse-aligned person donned the Sapphire suit near an oestrous mare.”

“I guess that makes a sort of sense,” agreed Doctor Karl. “The suits and the humans can’t be coerced or the suit deactivates for thirteen months. But if they’re just amplifying our natural inclinations the mating is natural and unforced. So… what now?”

“You all wait until tomorrow to see if Patty drops a new orb.” Doctor Ash spoke from the monitor. “I don’t think she will but I’d love to be proved wrong. I believe we have our two Sapphire Suits, and that’s all we get. You get five day’s downtime. Go trekking, see if you can ride a horse in the more traditional sense, watch day-time soap-operas. All three suits are deactivated for five days so you get some enforced recreation time. In five days Doctor Karl and Officer Wright should don the Sapphire suits and see if their coupling affects the aspect of one of the suits,” he suggested.

“Oh cool,” said the young officer to his partner, “I get to fuck you again on company time.”

“Heh. Looking forward to it, lover,” Doctor Karl chuckled, then addressed the video stream, “but can’t we do that back at the office? Why stay here for five more days?” he asked Doctor Ash.

“Because we’re still working on partial hypotheses. If you do change the aspect of one of the suits we should get Tucker to test with one of his mares. If he can mate we throw out our idea of strict species alignment of the suits. If he can’t mate in the new suit it reinforces that hypothesis. Without being able to directly measure the suits all we have is adding weight of evidence to our knowledge of the suits.”

“Fair enough. I was hoping to spend a bit of time at the lab this week on my power unit project.” Doctor Karl sounded disappointed.

“Oh! Did you see today’s tech news?” asked Doctor Ash. “The high-energy team in Geneva announced a breakthrough in trans-dimensional energy harvesting. Seems they made progress cracking the atomic structure of a gem suit. One of your papers about fusion energy was quoted in the article.”

“Oh?” Doctor Karl’s interest was piqued, but then he frowned sceptically. “Ah, you know that’s impossible, right? The state transitions are frameless…” he tapered off, pondering. “It’ll be another of those ‘Cold Fusion in Five Years!’ breathless articles meant to excite venture capitalists.”

“Maybe so… maybe so…” said Doctor Ash from the monitor. “They’re taking it seriously and building a new facility. Uncounted billions of dollars diverted away from real science – you know how it goes,” he sighed cynically. “When you get a chance take a look at the article. Maybe you can submit a white-paper on why energy from a dimensional bridge is impossible and how the money would be better spent on your fission project. Right…” he wound up the meeting “Report any unexpected crystals tomorrow, otherwise I’ll chat with you again in five days.”