{"sf1_id":586966,"sf2_id":"r17OaGN1","title":"Two Mares, Chapter 1 Nile","author":"Drafty","words":3104,"posted_at":"2013-09-07T20:57:00.000Z","tags":["Dog","Domestic Abuse","Freindship","Greyhound","Horse","M/F","Mare","Voilence"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/586966-two-mares-chapter-1-nile","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17OaGN1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5b/8d/5b8d7d74-53db-4ef8-b312-84b74e47c8c0","description":"#1 of Two Mares\n\nThis is my first story here, it's not the nicest of reads, there are some things in there that might be upsetting for some people, but it is what it is.\nAny feedback would be gladly received.\nAlso a big thank you to WolfieSteel for proof reading this for me, thanks Wolfie","content":"Nile. Nile, say it for me please, Nile,  \nagain with a northern Irish accent ni-all, his accent niall that's it you've  \ngot it.\n\nHe's shouting again, that's nothing  \nunusual. He's upset, I won't wink for him, he doesn't understand that I can't,  \nnot like this, I'm exposed with him in between my legs and I don't want him, in  \nfact I hate him, my muscles simply refuse to respond, I should be excited but  \nI'm not, I'm frightened, he frightens me.\n\nHis tone has changed now, I know what to  \nexpect. He's given up with his mouth, his fingers are inside me now, and my  \nmuscles clamp tightly to his digits, he doesn't hit me like I expect. He bites  \nme instead, hard on my inner thigh. I scream and kick out at him, pain exploding  \nnext to my most sensitive place. \"Fucking cunt\" he swears\n\nTo my credit my hoof connected but not nearly  \nhard enough, I'm never able to make him stop, he throws himself on top of me  \nand wrestles me to my back, prone, \"Last time I fuckin tend to yer  \nneeds\" he growls in my ear, he's lined up already and straight in, hips a  \nblur. I'd be lying to you if I didn't say some distant part of me wasn't enjoying  \nthis bit, but it's mostly because after he's done he won't touch me again,  \nhe'll be too tired.\n\nHe's finished now, hot sweaty dog on top  \nof me, pulls out with ease, I don't grip him, I used to grab his knot with my  \nmuscles to hold him in, squeezing and massaging him with my sex, I won't  \nanymore, I don't want to, that's my choice. It is one of the few choices I have  \nleft in life. I don't go to clean up because he doesn't like me to, I feel his  \nwarmth leak out of me into the sheets I can also feel the burning pain of his  \nbite on my thigh I want to get up and look at it but it will only prompt an  \nargument, it's never his fault when he hits me, why would biting me be any  \ndifferent? So I turn my back to him he rolls over too \"Goodnight Claire,  \nyer fuckin hoofed piece of shite\"\n\nIts half one, I'm in Flat white and I'm  \nhungry. I sit watching Shaun out of the corner of my eye, the cutest little gypsy  \nstallion whom I adore making blush, he's taking an order from an otter at a  \ntable near the door, and I'm pretty sure I know that otter from somewhere but suddenly  \na hand grips the side of my neck, then there is a warm muzzle on my cheek  \n\"Bella!\"\n\nBella, Bell or Izzy, Is an enormous  \nshire mare, and the nicest horse on two legs, tall, fun and gentle, she's my  \nrock. He hates her, he hated all of my friends, surreptitiously pushing them  \naway, or he'd work away at me until I did.\n\nWe eat here most days, we've had everything  \non the menu more than once but we love the food here and... the view, we watch  \nthe black and white gypsy cob go about his business taking orders and bringing food  \nto tables, the old Donkey sweating behind a shiny coffee machine, winked over  \nto us, when the cob came back to deliver yet another slip of paper to the bull,  \nhe leaned over the counter put his hand on the cobs shoulder and said something  \ninto one of Shaun's mobile ears, before turning to us and smiling he walks over  \nunconsciously putting a little roll in his hips, the shapes of his loose  \nhanging balls bouncing back and forth deliciously in his shorts, making shapes  \non his apron with every step.\n\n\"Afternoon ladies\" \"Hello  \nShaun\" I say in my most sultry voice, \"Going without today I  \nsee\" \"We've had a bad morning, but were enjoying ourselves now\"  \nIzzy chimes in. that hit the blush spot just nicely, Shaun gives a little snort  \nhis face visibly flushing under the snowy white fur, the bits that aren't black  \nanyway, \"Right\" he says regaining himself \"Do you know what you  \nwant to order?\" \"Apart from you\" I say under my breath, back to  \nbusiness, \"The lentil and sweet potato soup for me please\" Bell said \"And  \na slice of the vegetable lattice for me please\" \"Oh and Shaun\" I  \ngrabbed his arm, loving the feeling of his long arm fur under the short fur of  \nmy hand, \"Don't walk away too quickly\" he strode off without a word  \nSwishing his black tail.\n\nWe silently watched the lovely big  \nbottom clop back to the counter \"Were really bad aren't we? A pair of  \nlecherous mares, I don't know where I get it from, but we should lay off him a  \nlittle\" I say to Bella, \"Why it's fun, and you know he likes it  \nreally\" she replies \"I don't know Bell, I know it could never be more  \nthan a bit of teasing, so what's the point\" I say suddenly, the realization  \nchanging my mood \"Because of him\" Bella finished for me.\n\n\"Do you know what? I remember when  \nyou used to be happy\" \"I don't\" I replied flatly, staring at the  \ntable, I didn't really want to hear this. \"I do\" she persisted \"And I know that  \nyou're never going to be happy again with Nile the way he is. I know that's not  \nwhat you want\"\n\nI'd heard enough \"Ok, Suppose that  \nI am unhappy, he's never going to let me be happy Bell, he's never going to  \nwatch me walk away and say bye, bye Claire enjoy the rest of your life, and  \nwhile we're on the subject I'm sorry for all the bad things I've done to you  \n(Bella knew most of them) so let's just forget it\" I snapped, instantly  \nregretting it.\n\nShe looked away, she should have bitten  \nmy head off. She had every right to.\n\nShe should have reminded me, at top  \nvolume whose door I'd been to when things got really bad? So bad that they  \ncouldn't get any worse, and whose arms had held me when Nile had taken so much  \nfrom me but she wouldn't. Isabella, the sweet, forgiving Shire horse, my friend,  \nI didn't have many left. When she looked back at me a tear rolled down her  \ncheek, matting her lovely black fur. \"Izzy\" I said softly, trying to  \nconvey all my sorrow for my outburst in those two syllables \"I'm sorry\"\n\nShe can't answer, getting up instead she  \nquickly looks to the toilets, and places her big hand over mine and gives a  \nsqueeze, I nod. Feeling terrible.\n\nShaun arrives with the food, but I'm not  \nin the mood to tease anymore so the pretty cob gets away unmolested.\n\nI pick at the food and think about my  \nfriend, I'm 37, she's nine years younger than me 28. We are so different, I'm  \nan ordinary looking horse with no particular breed or bloodlines, I'm just me, chestnut  \nwith a wide white blaze from ears to nose, normal height, normal weight, normal  \neverything. Just think of me as an anthrosized riding school pony, with a much  \nbetter temper.\n\nIsabella by contrast is a goddess of a  \nhorse, tall, thickset, muscled but with unmistakably feminine curves, she's all  \nblack, with snowy white feathering from knee to hoof, she could trace her  \nlineage back to the hard working horses of the Black Country. She keeps her  \nblack forelock long and her mane even longer.\n\nwe had first met seven years ago, we  \nworked at different Companies then, but mine dealt with them and had to deal through  \nher office, we met at her firm's Christmas party they knew they did a better  \none than ours did so invited everyone in our office. Nile and Oliver hit it off  \nstraight away, Bella and I didn't have that much in common but we couldn't stop  \ntalking and then the rest was history.\n\nOliver was a sleek black panther,  \nintelligent, musical, thoughtful and funny he was really just an oversized  \nhouse cat in temperament. The only partner, and then husband Bella had ever had  \nshe adored him, and Oliver adored her. When he was happy (which was always)  \nhe'd randomly burst into song. Serenading everyone around with little songs  \nabout life and Love. He'd often come up with poems too, sometimes happy and  \nsometimes wistful. Nile and I used to go on holiday with them often, there was  \nnever a dull moment with Oliver and Izzy. A complete tonic to my usual Nile,  \nbut even he came alive when we were all together, when we were with them I had  \na wonderful husband, and when I was at home I had a complete psychopath.\n\nThree years ago on fourth of august, Oliver  \nthrew himself in front of the 06:53 to Edinbrough. They were going up the very  \nnext week for a holiday, just the two of them, it was Oliver's favorite place.\n\nIzzy's world immediately fell apart.  \nOvernight she had gone from being a confident, strong outgoing, mare, to a  \nshell of a horse. I tried to help as much as I could but she put up a wall even  \nto me. Nile wouldn't go to the funeral, so neither could I, she took it very  \npersonally.\n\nShe'd frequently be a no show at work, I  \nwould know. Every day a kind old fox would deal with me instead of her and he'd  \ntell me everything he knew. When I felt sure she was going to lose her job, a  \ncareer I thought at the time she'd never get back. I had to do more.\n\nI went to her Victorian terrace house beat  \nthe door, until she let me in. Her house was dark, no lights, curtains shut, a  \nsea of letters under the front door that had been left where they had fallen,  \nand then there was Bella she was skin and bones gaunt and unwell looking,  \nrancid smell of dirty horse.\n\nI started to well up almost immediately  \n\"No, stop, sort her out, go and do it and do it now, cry later\" came  \na strong voice in my head, so that's what I did.\n\nEvery bit of food in the kitchen was  \nrotten or stale she mustn't have eaten for weeks \"Izzy, Izzy, where are  \nyour keys?\" she looks confused \"Don't go\" she croaks \"I'm  \nnot, silly but I have to go and get you some food, when did you last eat?\"  \n\"Err, work\"\u0026nbsp; \"That was six  \ndays ago, you silly mare\" I said angrily \"Keys now, you can't even  \nget up to let me in again\"\n\nShe was so week, I put food and as many  \ncups of tea into her as I could, she kept mumbling and crying. It had been a  \nmonth since her bereavement, but she was getting worse.\n\nI walked her to her bed, she fell twice on  \nthe way, when we got there, I pulled back the covers, tidy bed, she must not  \nhave used it for weeks, she was wearing little more than a big t shirt, I  \npushed her in. I would have to wait till tomorrow before I cleaned. I pulled  \nthe covers over her \"Don't go\" she looked up at me, frightened pleading  \neyes. She was right I had to call Nile, and tell him I wouldn't be home  \ntonight, he wasn't going to like it he was being... difficult at the moment,  \nbut my friend needed me, \"I'm going to make a phone call, and then I'll be  \ndownstairs, all right?\"\n\n\"No, Claire, p please, don't leave  \nme\" she curled up into a ball and started to weep \"I'm not silly girl,  \nI'm staying here all night, I'll be downstairs\" I reassured her \"N no  \nd d don't, don't, leave me, here, I c c c can't sleep here, not in this, b  \nbed\" she wailed, \"Sssh, I promise I'll be back\"\n\n\"Yew want me to make my own dinner?\"  \nNile said incredulously, he made it sound as if I expected him to dredge a  \nriver by hand, I think he'd sooner do the latter, \"Look Nile, eat out, get a  \ntakeaway or something, Izzy needs me, she's in a really bad way\" \"That fucking  \ncart horse, forget about her Claire, she's useless now, and she'll drag yew  \ndown too\" the usual sympathetic response that my Nile could be depended upon to  \ndeliver nowadays \"Look Nile I'm staying and that's it\" I said firmly and hung  \nup, it was easier to be brave from the end of the phone.\n\nWhen I went back, the shire mare had  \nrolled herself into a ball and was sobbing, gently rocking backwards and  \nforwards. there was nothing for it, I sat on the side of the bed and undressed,  \nI went looking for something to wear, finding another one of Bella's giant t  \nshirts (this one came down to my knees) I put that on and, got in, pulling  \nmyself up to her back. It felt awkward but I started gently cuddling and  \ncomforting my friend, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she stopped  \ncrying and eventually we fell asleep.\n\nWhen I woke up, I'd found that, she'd turned  \nover in the night and hugged me in tight to her chest her giant head lying just  \nabove my smaller one, arms pulling me in tight, it was warm and nice, but then  \na thought struck me, \"This is probably how she and Olly used to sleep\" I  \nsuddenly felt like I didn't belong and the thought made me shiver involuntary.\n\n\"Come on girl, get up\" I reach  \nup to my friend and rub the bridge of her long nose, \"Come on Izzy, Please  \nlet me help you\" she looked at me with one eye, she blinked slowly, when  \nshe opened it again a tear had formed, but she nodded her assent, I leaned in  \nand kissed her neck \"Thank you, now up\"\n\nBreakfast was a sack of crushed oats I  \nfound in a cupboard that didn't smell too bad, so porridge it was. Then I  \nphoned in sick for work, I could easily afford to with my record.\n\nHaving set Bella on the sofa and talking  \nat her all morning long, (I ran out of things to say after half an hour but I  \nkept on anyway, if I talked she didn't cry and right now that made me feel like  \nI was winning)\n\nAfter I had cleaned through, fed Bella,  \nand had a bite myself there was one thing left to do, I couldn't put it off any  \nlonger. I stood in front of Bella, hands on hips, \"I'm running you a  \nbath\"\n\nShe was getting stronger, but she still  \nneeded help, by the time I got her to up the stairs and into the bathroom it  \nwas clear she wasn't going to do this on her own, off with the t shirt. She  \nreally had lost weight, I had never seen her undressed before, she was always a  \nbig girl like all shires are with a healthy amount of bulk, but she could never  \nhave been called fat, but now I could clearly see ribs.\n\nI help her get in, left foot, her fur is  \nfilthy, then her right hoof, old fur and dust coming away in my hand, and down  \ninto the warmth, \"Ouuurrh\" she whickered.\n\nWhile new to me to do this for another  \nequine it felt completely natural, it's part of our social behavior to groom  \none another so it was actually quite enjoyable.\n\nI handed her a washcloth and went to  \nfind a stool. She had enough of all the equine soaps and conditioners, for all  \nthe parts of a horses body, right now all she needed was a detergent, for her  \nbody and some mane and tail soap, I started with those. I dumped some from the  \nfirst bottle into the bath and some of the other into my hands, I sat behind  \nthe bath firmly massaging the stuff into her matted black mane. \"You  \nreally are quite well matted up Izzy\" I said in jest, \"I'm sorry  \nClaire, I, I,\" I put my hand on her shoulder, \"Don't worry about it  \nbig girl, we'll get you right, you'll see\" I said gently, desperate not to  \nstart her waterworks again \"Now you get cleaning, everything below the  \nwaterline, I'll let this stuff soften up your mane but you're not going to like  \nthe next bit\" I said as I started working through her hopelessly matted  \nmane with a steel mane comb.\n\nI used my fingers too, helping to get the  \nworst knots out. When I had finished I rinsed the stuff off with the shower,  \nthen I used quite an oily conditioner to finish the job, then rinsed that off  \ntoo.\n\nI hand her a large towel,\" When did you  \nlast, you know work yourself over with the brushes?\" \"err, um, can't  \nremember\"\u0026nbsp; she mumbles \"Look  \nI'll dry you too\" I did, vigorously, working over all of her with the  \ntowel, it served to dry her and helped to stimulate blood flow to her skin and  \nthus her coat. It would do, the grooming brushes could stay in the bucket today.\n\nWhen she stood finished wrapped in a  \ntowel \"Claire, I, I, don't\" then she burst into tears, I held her  \nclose not for the first or last time. I felt her body convulsing against mine  \nwith her sobs, she was getting stronger. \"Claire\" \"Shush\" I  \nsaid trying to calm her \"Claire, you sh shouldn't of had to d do  \nthis\" she stammered loudly determined to force it out between the sobs. I  \nbrushed her mane from her eye with my hand and looked at her \"It's my pleasure Bell\"\n\nSome of the proud Black Country, working  \nhorse was back, but she was never the same but then neither was I, life has a  \nhabit of changing you as you travel through it. I hadn't really been able to  \nget over Oliver's death, even though he had been at rest for more than a month,  \nlife felt strange knowing he wasn't there anymore, with his jokes, songs and  \npoems.\n\nIzzy took a lot of fixing, when I left I would phone her every morning until she picked up and promised me she was going  \nto work,\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;we would meet for lunch every day, we still do to this day.\u0026nbsp;Thinking about my friend, I never, ever  \nget the old Isabella back, but we were so much closer now. And before long I  \nwould need her.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}