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Special Delivery

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

25th April, 2023

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Taylor stepped out onto the footpath, then shuddered, eyes squinting in the bright sunlight, her ears ringing with the sheer noise he'd never truly heard until this moment. A front hoof coming down with a clop as he shuddered again, his paint pelt rippling.

“Excuse me," Spoke a voice, then a man walked past, phone held to his ear and Taylor stared wide eyed.

He did say others wouldn't see you – as – you, but as a delivery driver, now, speaking of deliveries – hadn't you better trot off?

Inwardly, Taylor groaned at the terrible pun in his mind then looked left and right, before taking the clipboard from a satchel that hung off the right shoulder. Gazing down he looked at the address.

“Across...town? Really?" Taylor moaned. “So much for an easy start..."

Placing the clipboard back in the satchel, Taylor secured it and began a careful walk, the hooves clopping loudly, before he started to trot and finally stretching out into a canter. Effortlessly, legs alternated their stride and ate up the distance whilst Taylor exalted in the feel of the wind and the way his tail streamed out behind him. Humans almost instinctively parted as his paint form flashed past them.

Finally, skidding to a halt, the hooves scraping across the pavement, lungs filling and contracting, Taylor took a few moments to bring his breathing down to a manageable level before he clip-clopped his way up the path and rang the doorbell.

Patiently, he waited a moment, before the door was opened and he looked down at the human man who blinked and then blinked again.

“Good morning sir, I'm from the..." Taylor began.

“Woah..." Gasped the man, staring wide-eyed and then leaning to the side. “You're a new girl... Are... I mean, please, please – come in, can I get you something – a drink of water perhaps?"

“I, uh, sir? I'm just here to deliver a package, we're not meant to socialize, I hope you..."

Holding one hand up towards her nostrils, the man smiled and Taylor blinked; before she saw an emerald set in a silver setting.

Emerald...silver... Something clicked in her brain, a connection made and she gasped visibly, knees quivering.

“You... you can see me...I mean, sir, forgive my impudence, I'm new to the job and...uh..."

“Yes, you're beautiful, now, please, I insist, come inside – it'll get strange you standing out here half the day whilst we discuss this, I'd rather we do it in private, now...please?"

Nervously, Taylor shuddered and bowed her head, walking past the human and feeling his fingers trail lightly along her flank and hip, before he closed the door and leaned back against it.

“Sir - “ Taylor began, feeling very nervous and timid. “It's my first day for the Pony Express and I – I don't..."

“Stand easy girl," He smiled weakly. “Hey, relax! I'm not going to hurt you – well – not that I think I could. So, your first day? They got you delivering parcels already? Usually, there's a week or two to get used to well, - being – you, or so the last one told me. Now, you have a package for me?"

“Uh, oh...sorry!" Taylor squeaked, then reached around and unbuckled the saddle bag, and flipped it open. Taking the small box inside, he turned back around and handed it over.

“First mistake missy," Smiled the man good-naturedly. “You haven't checked my ID to verify, then you're supposed to take that clipboard and tick off my name and address, then hand over the package..."

“I...oh, oh no..." Taylor moaned, paws going to wide-open muzzle.

He smiled and gently patted Taylor's right shoulder. “It's your first day, it's alright, I promise I won't say a word, just – remember that, many other clients aren't as forgiving as I am..."

Nodding, Taylor swallowed the lump in the throat, then smiled nervously, cautiously stepping from one front hoof to the other.

“Stand easy girl, you're more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs!"

“Sorry...sir." Taylor squeaked, then forced himself to stand still, his multi-colored tail nervously twitching.

“Let's get a look at you, shall we? I'd say, by the look, your musculature, height – not very tall, are you?"

“No, sir - “ Taylor whispered quietly.

“Mare?" He asked, setting his package aside on the sofa. “I'm going to say, Mare..."

Taylor blushed, long ears swishing backward and he nervously laughed.

“Yes sir."

“Please, quit it with the sir! I'm not a Drill Sargent and you're not a soldier – relax lassie, I'm not going to bite you or something! You're so tense – breathe young one, that's it, nice, slow breaths..."

Placing a hand lightly on her rump, he felt the twitch of muscles and he stroked her gently.

“Oh..." Taylor murmured, feeling his hand curl into claws and drag themselves back over her hip.

He chuckled and stroked her again, sliding his hand down her off-side leg and expertly pinching the tendon at her ankle. Without conscious thought, Taylor lifted the leg up, exposing the underside of the hoof.

“Cheap bastard," He growled. “Wouldn't even spring for shoes? The first thing you'll want lass, you'll want some lightweight, but strong horseshoes. You'll wear your hooves flat on the sidewalks and pavement! A lame mare can't make deliveries, of either kind..."

Taylor's ear froze mid-way between forwards and backward.

Either kind? Her mind mulled over this.

“As you're aware, some clientele are – well – I'll be honest with you, good girl, hoof down please."

Obediently, Taylor lowered the leg and rested the hoof point first on the ground, relaxed and calm, but curious.

“Pardon?" Taylor asked, twisting his upper body around to easily look back at him.

“Down, kneel down please, you'll give me a crick in my neck looking up like that."

Taylor moaned, then awkwardly knelt, before the hind legs folded and half lay and half sat up.

“You'll get used to it, you're only newly changed, I can't begin to imagine... - I ramble, forgive me..."

As the man walked around her, lightly petting and stroking alternately, Taylor found her equine body savoring the light touches and responding to it.

“Okay, this is awkward for both of us - “ Laughed the man nervously. “Notice my ring young one? Emerald over silver? What does that tell you?"

Taylor looked at it, sensing something elusive in the back of his mind, some connection that fought to come forwards.

“Forgive me, I'm...not certain. I wasn't given a binder with all the rules and regulations to learn, I apologize..."

He nodded and stroked gently from just below the eyes, down to the nostrils. Taylor shivered and blinked, finding this touch most pleasurable.

“Emerald over silver, is the sign as it were, to those of us blessed with these rings, to know one another and what is, and is not, permissible with our deliveries."

Taylor frowned slightly, confused and not following. He smiled and stroked the muzzle again.

“Emerald over silver? Well, there are multiple ring colors you'll have to learn and remember. Mine? It means I'm open too – how do I word this... without offending you."

“Sir?" Taylor murmured. “My employer, he... insinuated... about certain clients..."

“Urgh, this is harder than it should be – you're sentient, intelligent, and smart yet – thrust into a world you probably never imagined or expected. You'll be scared half to death, I don't blame you. I'd be downright quaking in my hooves, in your situation – all things considered, you're taking it really well!"

“Uh...thank you...sir - “ Taylor whispered, more confused now; than before. “Please, can you – help me – to understand? I have no idea what I'm... well, any of it..."

He nodded understandingly, then stroked the muzzle again, before he smiled and gently placed both hands on the equine cheeks and gazed into his eyes.

“Rather than explain it – may I show it to you? I find it much easier to explain in that way... than with words."

“I - “ Taylor trembled, the ripple running through his body.

“I won't hurt you, one of us would never, ever, hurt one from the company – or any animal, do you understand?"

Taylor swallowed and nodded. Curious, he watched as the man smiled, then walked around behind him, before crouching down.

“What are you...hey, that's my tail!" Taylor squeaked, then shivered. “Why are...what are you doing..."

Warm, soft fingers feathered across the velvety labial folds – then ever so gently pulled them open and released them. Taylor twitched and gasped, eyes going wide and ears flat.

“Steady girl," He smiled at her, placing one hand on the rump and tenderly caressing. “From your reaction, nobody even...no, I can see it in your eyes. It's alright, trust me – I won't hurt you – if anything... I'm certain you'll enjoy it..."

Taylor flinched as his fingers pried apart the dark folds, exposing the pale reddish folds of the vaginal canal.

“Not a maiden, I'm assuming - “ He chuckled quietly.

Maiden? Taylor's mind searched for a reference.

“Oh, no, no sir, I'm not...I don't think I am... This is so very...oh..."

Two of his fingers slid inside, twisting and rotating, before they pressed downwards and ever so gently palpated Taylor's clitoris. Pleasure shot through Taylor's body – pleasure beyond anything, ever, could ever be imagined.

“Oh..." Taylor wheezed, head tilting backward.

“Easy darling – I've only just started with you – definitely no filly – so, being so new to all of this... I'll take my time, give you a really good exposure to your new life – it is only fitting your first time – be a pleasant and memorable one, isn't it?"

“Sir..." Taylor stammered nervously. “I do … oh..."

With a gasp, Taylor's labia squeezed shut on his fingers and flared again, wide and receptive, the whole vaginal passage quivering as the man behind her snickered.

“Mmm, I bet that felt good, that is known as a maregasm... It's like a, I suppose, the prequel to a true mare orgasm."

Taylor slapped his paws to his lips, trying to silence the moans and squeals, shocked and surprised at the pleasure that built like a fire within his body. As the human's fingers tickled, swirled, and probed, two, three – exploring and gently stretching apart the labia and vaginal walls, Taylor ground his teeth and fought desperately not to squeal.

“Good girl, nice and quiet – don't want the neighbors wondering – do we?" He chuckled and lay himself on his side, gently pushing Taylor's tail right up so it was in a straight line from the equine spine to tail tip. His nose brushed against the glistening labial folds, then as Taylor's sex winked at him – he breathed softly and Taylor nearly shrieked in pleasure.

“Excellent, beautiful, sweet girl..." He encouraged Taylor, sticky fingers prying apart the labia again and again – before his tongue swirled and began flagging over the slightly bulbous clitoris just inside.

“Urgh..." Taylor moaned, all four legs twitching, body shivering and mentally incapable of sentient thought – becoming lost in the arousal and almost feral need that filled it.

“Mmm...beautiful..." He murmured from behind her, fingers prying apart her labia, slashing tongue swirling over slick vaginal walls – feeling the powerful muscles contract and relax, before pressing the ball of his thumb down and carefully twirling it against Taylor's clitoris.

“Urgh...ugh..." Taylor moaned helplessly.

“Such a sweet beautiful mare you are... It's alright little one, it is all alright, you feel the need, you just give into your urge - “

“Nnngh - “ Taylor ground his teeth so hard together, he swore they'd shatter; before the human snickered and pinched just there on the base of Taylor's labia – and Taylor couldn't hold back – with a broken, piercing gasp, Taylor reached his first orgasm as a mare... Sticky fluids gushed from glands deep inside, soaking the walls and eagerly the man pressed his lips hard against Taylor's labia and slurped them down like he would a fine wine. For nearly a full minute, he drank down Taylor's orgasmic fluids – as Taylor grunted and quivered in equine pleasure. At last, he lapped the last of the fluids and kissed lovingly on the winking, slick folds.

“Urgh...what..." Taylor whispered, unable to fathom what'd happened to him.

Not him – not anymore – you're a mare, accept it – cherish it – embrace it...

With a snicker, the man gently stroked over the still-winking labia with his fingers.

“A fine mare, a damn fine mare – now you're properly aroused young one - “

Taylor flicked an ear backward, weakly lifting her head. She wasn't human anymore – she'd finally accepted her true self – from now until her end of days, she'd accepted becoming a mare.

He stood up and walked over to a table, sliding the small cupboard door open and removing something. A faint crinkle and rip sound come to Taylor's ears and he frowned. Unable to see the man, Taylor was curious, hearing the rustling of what sounded like jeans, then the man's soft moan. Turning around, he smiled and gestured at himself – walking to where Taylor could see more clearly. He'd shed his jeans – and standing proud and firm; was a length that made Taylor's eyes go wide.

Encased in an extra-large condom, was a penis in length and girth, that beat anything Taylor had seen – even in porno movies.

“Easy girl," He laughed gently. “You're a mare, trust me – even though I got it where it counts...all nearly nine inches or so...I'm far from a stallion – however, I'll be your stallion – and you my beloved, cherished mare. Now, remember sweet one – if your client doesn't wear protection, you have full right to refuse service – do you understand?"

Taylor swallowed and blinked, then nodded.

“I can't impregnate you – there's that at least – but it would be... ill-advised, to please other clients, in this way, if you're...well – already fulfilled as it were, do you follow?"

“Yes...sir - “ Taylor trembled. “I understand."

“Excellent, okay, now, please, roll over onto your belly – that's it..."

Awkwardly, Taylor did as asked, feeling her hard hooves pressed against her chest and belly beneath her. It wasn't painful, just – slightly uncomfortable. He moved behind her, once again moving her tail aside and he knelt down, holding himself in one hand, the other holding her tail.

“I have no need to be gentle, you're a mare – not a filly – let's both be thankful for that little event – now, breathe in for me, hold..."

As Taylor did as instructed, he pushed himself forwards, expertly sheathing his entire length inside of her hot, slick depths.

“Ooh...." Taylor nickered softly. “I never..."

“You've...oh honey, you're warmer than I imagined... no – you've never... been a mare... before either – I imagine..."

“No..." Taylor quivered, feeling instinctively, pleased and pleasured as he placed his hands on her rump and began thrusting within her.

He'd dismount, teasingly rub his erect penile head against her folds – then when she'd squeeze down, he'd plow his way back inside her again and again.

“Nnngh - “ Taylor squeaked with each forceful thrust. “Oh...like...like..."

With a gasp, he slapped her on the rump, as her vaginal contraction crushed down harder than a vice. “Woah...easy! I'm not a stallion..."

“Sorry - “ Taylor panted.

“Keep that up and I'll...well...I want this..."

Taylor's mind tuned him out, instinct and urge building like a boiling kettle within her. Contractions squeezed, rippled, and nearly slurped the condom off of his penis as he gasped and moaned – fighting the overwhelming urge to give his semen to this eager, willing mare.

“Nnngh - “ Taylor ground out, before with a feral nicker, she convulsed and her second orgasm gushed from within her – splattering his groin, down his thighs, and soaking into the rug on which they both knelt.

“Fuuuccckkkk - “ He gasped, then savagely rammed himself deep, his own climax nearly driving him over the edge.

He slumped onto her sweat-slick back, fingers fluttering down her sides as he panted heavily and shuddered – feeling Taylor beneath him doing the same. Weakly, she lifted her head, then let her upper body flop forward onto the rug – her lungs burning and body shaking uncontrollably.

For an hour, she kept him trapped within her – vaginal sphincter muscles clamped tight around the base of his length, as he moaned and shuddered – feeling other vaginal muscles quivering and squeezing him. At last, she exerted enough mental control to relax and he reluctantly slipped from within her and slumped back onto his buttocks, shivering and gasping.

“I've never...wow, just...wow... you sure..." He wheezed, as he peeled the used condom off and tied it, before dumping it in a wastepaper basket.

Taylor squirmed, her labia clenching and unclenching, a dribble of her fluids leaking from her folds and joining the growing wet patch on the rug.

“I...urgh, I can't get up...help – please?" Taylor moaned, her legs numb.

He carefully stood up, then walked around beside her, wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling with everything he had. It took a few abortive tries; before she managed to lurch her way up to her hooves and shook herself off – feeling the rush of blood back into all four legs and the accompanying pins and needles.

“I've never...just..." He groaned, leaning against her neck.

Taylor hugged him tenderly; before her nostrils flared and she pushed him away, fearfully looking down at the wet puddle on the rug.

“Oh no... I'm so..."

He smiled, then placed a hand against her dark brown lips and gently shushed her.

“It's...alright – really – it's...not the first time..." He murmured, then placed both hands lightly on her furred cheeks and gazed into her eyes.

“I - “ Taylor began, then blinked when he felt his lips pressed against hers, his tongue swirling into her mouth. “Mmph!"

He passionately kissed her as best he could, before Taylor blinked then grinned, her own tongue pushing his back – then curling around his before she ever so lightly sucked on it for a few heartbeats and let him go.

“Urgh - “ He panted, blushing deeply. “Maybe...oh... oh no..."

Taylor blinked, twisting her upper half around, looking side-eyed at the wall-mounted clock. “EEEK – it's mid-afternoon – already..."

“Hey, easy, easy girl!" He nervously laughed, feeling her muscles tense like iron beneath her fur. “It...it'll be alright – I'll call your employer, pay triple your hourly wage as compensation, and – uh – explain...the delivery delays... I promise."

“He's going too..." Taylor began to panic.

“No, he won't – trust me – I'll smooth everything over with him. Unlike, well, usual delivery jobs – this one? Your customers won't mind a short delay – it's not like they will get upset if you go a bit over time on delivery... As long as you get it to them that day, well, usually, it's all okay, you understand? Believe me – I'll make everything better, now, here..."

He retrieved her saddle blanket, placing it over her back, then affixed the two saddlebags. Smiling at her, he lead her to the door, then held it open, watching as she ducked her head and walked outside. He followed her, looking around; before he smiled and took a hand in his.

“I hope your first delivery – won't be your last..."

With a blush that crept up from her hooves to her ear-tips, Taylor smirked and swished her tail from side to side.

“I hope not..."

With a gentle slap on her rump, he watched as she trotted off towards the pavement, her head held high and proudly, off to her next delivery...

TO BE CONTINUED...