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Martingale Stables.

Founded in 1872

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The sign was old, worn by weather and time, the burned lettering had started to fade around the edges as Nipper tilted his head back and glanced over the sign while nibbling on his lunch. He always came here for his lunch, he loved to sit on the fence and watch the horses in the lower pasture when they were turned out. They were always so peaceful looking as they moved along, the young foals dancing and frolicking together, it was like something out of a book. It was something that let him relax and reminded him why he preferred to stay well away from the cities, far enough away that he could forget about the day to day annoyances that came with his life and simply let his mind wander. His co-workers always gave him an odd look when he took his lunch out of the main building, but he had never really cared about what they thought, it was just a job after all, he didn't feel any real attraction to it or the people he worked for.

The mares that were out in the pasture were quite relaxed looking, the Shire's were always like something out of a fantasy movie. The entire breed was old looking, from the heavy heads to the large feathered hooves. They were relaxed as they cast about, nibbling the edges of the grass while their long legged offspring gamboled about or bumped beneath their bellies for a bit of milk. Their long white feathered legs were strange and surreal looking, the long hairs spilled down and cast around the hooves so that they were barely seen. Some had docked tails, but more had long dark tails that hung down where they could be used to flick at flies. The buck nibbled along the edge of the sandwich, his broad ears flicked backwards and rested along the length of his head. The only thing that ruined the idyllic looking pasture, were the tents being erected right along the lower pasture, just in the corner of his eyes and continually made him glance over at them.

They were getting ready for some sort of event, he'd noticed that yesterday when he'd stopped by to enjoy his meal, but there had been nothing indicating what sort of show they were holding. He felt almost annoyed that they would have an event, it ruined the peaceful view of the pastures, especially when many of the horses were staring out over the fence as people worked to get the tents securely up. There weren't a great deal of people, that Nipper noticed immediately, only a handful running this way and that. The bright colors that were lifting up made the state of the barn a bit more painfully apparent, the paint greying, the edges chipped and worn. The roof was ragged, patched here and there instead of being replaced in full, a sign that they didn't have enough to fully replace the roof. It made him sad, his expression shifting before moving back to watching the horses. The stable had been running since this area had first been settled, and it was slowly starting to fade into discreet shambles, eventually it would fall apart and be little more than a bit of history lost, just like the large draft horses that walked in the pastures. They were growing rare as well, no more call for plow or war horses.

With a sigh he tucked the last of his meal into his bag, his appetite gone as he flicked his ears back and forth lightly. The deer slipped off the fence, glancing back at the herd of horses, half disappointed that not one came to see him or to sneak a bite of his apple. The knowledge that this place was slowly fading tainted the day for him, it made the sky less bright, making him simply feel sad. Eventually this land would be another plot for houses to erect, the peaceful mares and foals would be a dream that he had seen once upon a summer and nothing more. His mind wasn't really on what was around him as he packed up the last of his stuff, hating the fact that he had to drag himself back to work and the trivial problems that seemed to constantly be piled up on his desk.

"You like watching the horses, eh?" The feminine voice made him jump a bit as he turned towards his bike, the buck flicked his ears to either side a little guiltily and flushed before turning.

A mare stood behind him, a large drafter type with a heavy curved body dappled in flecks of grey and white all along her neck and towards the exposed patch of hide above her shirt. Her dark black mane was braided back away from her broad expressive face, the same dark black that tipped her soft looking muzzle and the edge of her thick soft lips. She was wearing a loose jean blouse opened up just above her breasts, the edges fell down towards her hips, loose and free over the darker colored riding pants. He knew her, he'd seen her half a dozen times working in the stables, walking the horses out, brushing them near the back of the main buildings. The buck tipped his ears back a little guiltily, tucking his head down and flicked his eyes towards the horses.

The first time he'd seen her, he'd ducked out, hoping that she wasn't going to come out to yell at him, but it soon became obvious that she didn't really pay attention to what was going on outside of the fences. She worked along without a care, her world devoted to the horses in her care and doing her best by them and the rest of the world could go to hell. At least, that's what he'd observed, and he was a bit guilty of enjoying the show. She was lovely in her own way, the glossy coat was never primped and coiffed like some of the females he knew, she was natural looking, down to earth. And, if he were being honest with himself, rather alluring in her own way. Her hands were always gentle with her charges, they trusted her, even loved her, he could see that they way they'd come as soon as they saw her, their soft whickers eager and happy to see her again. But he'd never seen her up close before.

It would be ludicrous to not admit that he had admired her from a distance, she was everything that he had never seen in a woman. She wasn't primped and coifed, she didn't seem to care about her clothing or appearance, she simply wore what was comfortable. Her body was athletic and used to hard work, making her curves just another part of a whole that drew his eyes and made his thoughts flare to more primal and embarrassing visions of her. Sometimes when he sat here, he day dreamed about being confident enough to go up to her and introduce himself, to ask her to go on a date with him, to speak with him, to get to know her. Every time he thought he had gotten himself to the point he could do it, he always ended up backing down, confused and flustered.

"I'm sorry if I was bothering them, ma'am." Nipper apologized, feeling a little bit of heat rising to his ears. "I didn't think anyone noticed me down here."

"Oh, it's no bother. You'd be surprised at how many people stop by here." The mare grinned a little bit. "I've just seen you more often than not, finally decided I should come down and say hello."

"Oh..." Nipper flushed a bit, finding out why she came down didn't exactly make him feel at ease, he just felt a bit more embarrassed. "Well, it's nice to meet you, I just like watching them down here. Yanno, especially when there are the little ones out and about, I love seeing them."

"Yes, this if my favorite time of year too." The mare came up to the fence line and looked out at the herd. "I'm Riza Martingale, by the way. I own the stables up there."

"Nipper, I mean, I'm Nipper." He gave a little bit a smile, his tail flickering back and forth. "I love eating lunch and watching them."

"You should just come up to the main barn, we have plenty of benches up there and would be more comfortable than perching on a fence." Riza gave a lazy smile towards him. Nipper felt a little thrill at that and nodded his head amiably. "You can even meet some of the horses, not sure if they ever come down this far in the pasture."

"Sometimes, I bring apples and sometimes carrots." He admitted with a guilty smile, his tail fluttered nervously. "They're more interested in the tents up there today, so I haven't seen them."

"Ahhh yes." She gave a playful little smile. "We're having a ball tonight, something to help drum up some money for the rescues we've been taking in. Sort of a charity event."

"Oh." Nipper glanced towards the tents, their billowing colors. "That's gotta be a lot of work to put together."

"It's worth it." Riza continued to watch the horses. "You can always come up and see what it's about tonight if you're free." She turned to give him a lazy smile. "Toss a few bucks in at the bar to help the horses and you can even get up close to them and have your picture taken, plus some prizes like riding lessons, cheap leasing, stall rentals if you're looking to get a horse of your own."

The dappled mare gave him an endearing smile as she talked about the prizes, one that made the deer twitch his ears up and his eyes slid right towards the main barn and the tents again. She wasn't watching him, she wasn't even really paying that close attention to him, if she had he would have likely stammered an excuse and bolted. He didn't really know how to talk to her, not without blurting out he was sorry he had spent part of the time he was supposed to be 'horse watching' staring at her as well. But, he would have a chance to actually see her up close up in the tents, and it was an event for a good cause. He didn't do much after work, he just never felt much in common with his co-workers, he was more comfortable out here. He had certainly never been one that enjoyed going out in a group and hanging out in a party setting. But... He'd never been invited by a pretty mare either.

"I guess... I guess I could," He answered, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Is it just like a casual party type thing?"

"Oh, nothing casual about it." Riza lifted her head up and grinned, turning to look back at him. "It's going to be one you'll never forget, I hired on Doc Pestilence from the Cauldron to run things and set up the bar."

"The Cauldron?" Nipper all but yelped, his ears pinning down flat to his head. It didn't matter that he wasn't big on going out at parties, everyone knew what the Cauldron was. It was written up in international newspapers, it was infamous.

"Of course." She turned around, her back resting on the fence. "We really wanted to draw in some folks that had bigger wallets and... to be honest, it's rather more interesting than sitting around eating cheaply made BBQ and drinking liquor."

"I-I guess so." Nipper stammered, his ears were heating up rapidly as he reached down to pick up his bag, swinging it onto his shoulder. "I gotta get back to work, though, so I better head out."

"Of course." Riza twitched her lips, almost a smile as her eyes looked over him. "Don't worry, you don't have to indulge, it costs extra anyway. I do hope you show up, it's about time you look at the horses up close and it would be my... pleasure to show you the stables and introduce you to everyone there. The horses I mean."

"Yeah, I'll be there." He got the agreement out before he bolted to work. The way she spoke, the slightly husky tone to her voice, the friendly twinkle in her eyes were all an invitation that both flustered and intrigued him. Plus, it was no small matter that he would have a chance to meet the horses up close, with their owner giving him a personalized tour. It couldn't be that bad.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The stable was illuminated with blue and purple lights that were aimed at the blue and white barn giving it a strangely beautiful look, while more lights patterned white stars and moons over the walls. Nipper was dressed in his best possible clothes, but he still felt as if he didn't belong as the people that were getting out cars around him were dressed in various riding outfits Most of them were dressed in white overcoats and tails, fox hunting outfits, top hats, boots that were shined to the point they were flashing the lights that were featured on the barn. Nipper had worn a nice loose shirt, buttoned all the way up to wrap around his neck, the cuffs were just the same, starched and stiff around his wrists. His black dress pants were certainly nice enough, but still not of the same theme as everyone else who was dressed up.

The sound of music came to him as he walked across the gravel parking lot, the sound of it was light and lively, making a tentative smile appear on his face. The tents showed lights on the inside, and up close he could see The Cauldron written over the thick material in a slightly darker color and the logo of a leaping painted dog. It had to have cost an arm and a leg to get the owner himself here, a procurer of potions that had a reputation fit to make him blush just thinking about them. He'd done more than blush the night before when he'd been watching videos from their website. He was sure there were plenty of potions that were just for casual fun, but they certainly didn't advertise them online. They'd have to be here, this wouldn't be the place for anything harder than mild potions.

I should get out of here now, while I still can. _ He watched a couple dressed up in fine english gear entering the tent and fought the urge to tug at his shirt nervously. _This is a silly idea, I should just come back tomorrow when this isn't going on.

The idea was an appealing one, he wanted to talk to Riza again, but he wanted to make a better impression than he had earlier in the day when he'd been unsettled by being caught watching the horses. This wasn't the sort of place he'd make a good impression, he'd just make a fool out of himself. He didn't know a lot about horses, everyone here probably had been working with them for years and he'd just be left sitting in a corner and watching as they talked with one another and ignored him. He nearly turned around, but then he caught sight of Riza near the front of the tent and his ears swung straight up in the air, twitching slightly. The moment he saw her, his resolve solidified. She was beautiful, dressed in a riding outfit as well, but it was somehow sensual on her. It clung to her hips and sides, silk and leather that looked touchably soft even from a distance. Her mane was braided up into small nubs that ran right along the line of her dappled neck. She was beautiful.

The buck lifted his head up with more confidence than he felt and made his way to the tent, trying not to look around to see how he stood out. He kept his eyes on her. When she was in nothing but a jean shirt and riding pants she had been breath taking, but with her evening outfit she was turned into something impossibly lovely and striking. She wasn't delicate and small, she was hearty and powerful, just like the animals in her care, but the delicacy that was there was found in the freshly brushed dapples. Everyone was chased in small thin lines, trailing around the edges and darkened at the tips. She was beautiful, making his heart leap in his chest as he went towards her, tension making him straighten up as he completed the last few steps.

"Nipper!" Delight, her voice was warmly welcoming as he fidgeted and kept his hands held down at his sides, away from playing with his shirt. "You came."

"Yeah, I figured it was worth a look." The deer answered, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips as she approached him with her ears pricked up high. "Though I don't think I really fit in..."

"You fit in just fine." Riza murmured reassuringly and reached out to touch his forearm with a light finger tip. "Come on in, Pestilence is just getting set up and ready, and the silent auction is going to be going on."

"About that... It's not going to be like they advertise at the club, right?" The nervousness crept into his voice as he followed the tall mare into the opening of the tent.

"Well, perhaps a touch, but those activities will be taken elsewhere. The owner of the Cauldron is simply doing me a favor by helping out here like this." She smiled down at him warmly. "He's an old friend, after all."

The moment he stepped in, he felt overwhelmed by the flashing lights and the music that suddenly grew louder. It ran through him, filling his chest and making him freeze in place with his ears splayed as he tried to adjust. The tents were set up with a large sprawling bar set against the back wall, as far away from the main opening as possible. The DJ's stand was near the front, letting the music hit a person as soon as they walked in, while the rest of the tent was taken up by tables and groups of people that milled around. And dominating it all was a dog standing behind the bar, a dog that was splashed with patches of black and tan and white, large round ears pricked up on his head and splayed partially by a top hat. There was no mistaking Pestilence, not when the black light that was under the bar illuminated every white patch of hide on him as he mixed potions for those lingering around the bar.

A warm arm slipped through his own and he flushed a bit as he felt the larger mare come beside him, her fingers light as he lifted his arm as if he were the one escorting her. It was the start of a strange and baffling evening, that seemed to make him the escort of the hostess despite the fact that he didn't know the people that were gathered around him. They accepted him, or rather, they didn't overtly ask who he was and what he was doing here. He did his best to not make a fool of himself, or say anything that would embarrass him, and it seemed to work, at least for the most part.

The people in the tent were.... Odd. They were a mix of all sorts that all had a passion for horses, but there was just something strange about them. He couldn't really put his finger on it, but there was something in the way they held themselves, the way they spoke and interacted with one another, all made him wonder if there was something more going on that he didn't understand. Certainly many of them were more aggressive and dominant than he was used too. Riza seemed happy, she often patted his arm and murmured softly to him, pointing out this and that in an effort to draw his eyes to some small thing or another.

_If it were just she and I, I'd be enjoying myself. _He thought as he watched her animated features while she spoke about her newest attempts at getting a new stallion for the barn. Whenever she was excited or passionate, she seemed to radiate it, her eyes brightening, her ears up and even the sweep of her tail swished rapidly back and forth as she got involved in the conversation.

Despite the strange setting, he was still able to find enjoyment in what was happening. She did take him to the bar, but he hung back as she talked to the redoubtable canine standing there. He was charismatic and talkative to those in his bar, laughing and wagging his tail, and seemed to be on easy terms with Riza. Nipper felt out of place, and certainly nervous under the strange dogs regards, but it passed when the mare continued on her rounds. And he had no idea why he was still with her. She gave no indication that she was bored with him or was doing anything other than enjoying her time with him at her side.

"Would you like to see the stable?" The mare offered with a slight smile on her face. "It's not far and you will probably enjoy it a sight better than being trapped here with all these people."

"I don't want to drag you away." Nipper protested, but his tail gave a little flutter back and forth.

"I don't mind, I do rounds about now anyway to make sure that they're all tucked in." Her smile was warm and inviting. "I wouldn't mind slinking away with you anyway. It's starting to pick up in here and getting crowded."

Nipper fluttered his tail faster, he couldn't quite stop himself as he smiled up at her and felt his heart lifting a little. An excuse to be alone with her, and the way that her fingers played along his forearm made him wonder if there was a chance that she was trying for something a little more intimate. The thought sent a pleasant shiver down his spine as he followed her out of the tent.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The stable was illuminated only by low level lights that allowed for them to see their way in, but not bright enough to disturb the horses when they wished to sleep. The moment Riza stepped into the long hall he heard soft whickers greeting the mare as she walked in. Heads popped over the edge of the stalls, their ears pricked up high as they whickered out eager noises, the ears pricked high up on their heads while they pressed against the front of the doors. Once a couple woke up, others soon joined in and Nipper took in a deep breath. It smelled like home, it was warm and sweet and mixed with the scent of hay and straw. It was warm and welcoming, making him feel relaxed as the mare's arm slipped away from her own with a light brush of her fingers right along his palm that made him smile.

He'd never seen the stable on the inside, he had always half expected it to be a bit worn down and showing its age, but it wasn't. It was immaculate and polished to a high shine, the bars all freshly painted and spotless. The halls were swept clean and there was barely a speck of straw lying about. It was well loved and cared for, it showed in the smallest details, just like the horses showed it in the way they were immaculately groomed and brushed. Some even had their manes braided up along their neck instead of flowing freely, others probably had tails braided, and he followed her as she made her way down the line. This was the sort of place he felt as if he could be comfortable in, he no longer felt crowded and nervous as he had in the party tent.

"Your horses are beautiful." He sighed a little and looked into the stall that Riza had stopped at, the mare was rubbing the nose of a youngster that was snuffling eagerly towards her. "Like something you'd see out of a movie."

"Some have been in the movies, not these ones of course." She gave a lazy smile and continued to scratch the youngster. "I just breed here, but some of the foals have gone on to do amazing things."

"I can see why." Nipper peered into the stall, smiling a little at the mare that was lying in the straw. "That's why I enjoy spying on them, it's just the sort of place that makes me feel calm and centered, I guess."

"It's hard to find a center in this world." Riza agreed and leaned back a touch. "I must admit that I've been watching you for quite some time down there, staring at my children."

"I guess I have been there pretty often." His ears darkened a touch, but he managed a soft nervous smile. "I really can't say why, but when I moved here I drove by and saw them and the next time stopped for a while."

"Not many people would want to just spend an hour staring at a herd of horses you know. They'd get bored." She commented and stepped away, leading him down along the hall. Nipper was all too happy to follow behind her, his ears pricked up as she occasionally stopped to rub a nose or talk softly to one of her charges.

"It's not boring, there's always something happening to watch. Like the foals playing or the mares trying to sort out who's in charge." He replied with a smile, tilting his head just a touch. "It's better than being crammed in a break room with all the other folks at worked."

"Not a fan of crowds?" Riza smiled at him and went to the back of the barn, opening a door that led to a smaller walkway between buildings. "I thought deer were herd animals."

"I guess." He shrugged a little and ducked his head to keep his antlers from catching on the door frame. "I like the quiet, if I had my way I'd be watching a nice peaceful pasture all day, but that doesn't pay the bills."

"No.. it doesn't." Riza watched him for a moment and gestured. "You are a singular creature, Nipper. One that I never expected to meet in my own back yard."

"Oh.. th-thank you, Riza." He flushed a bit and paused as she stopped in front of another door, a little smile playing on her striking features. "I'm nothing like you, though. I've never seen someone care so much for their animals, or have such.. such a strong personality."

"You are a flatterer." She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. "I have been looking for someone like you, you know. It's harder than you might think to find someone that feels at home around horses, but I've found just how hard it is over the last few months. That's why I was so shocked to see you day after day at the fence, almost like you knew..."

His heart skipped a beat as she spoke and he felt a surge of pleasure, excitement and nervousness. She meant that she had been looking for someone, someone that was like him. He was grateful for the lack of light between the buildings to hide his flushed features, but it also hid Riza's face as she turned and took a step closer to him. His nostrils flared a little bit as she leaned down closer, bringing with her a scent so very like the one in the barn, welcoming and warm all at once.

"And what were you looking for?" He asked the question that begged to be asked in the silence between them, lifting a hand to brush her own lightly.

"You, always you." She whispered softly and nearly brushed her lips against his own, but she hesitated and moved back, leaving him trembling in place, his eyes bright and eager. "Come along, the stallions are kept this way. Or... were."

He blinked a little bit as she turned without kissing him, his ears flipping back, but he didn't hesitate to follow her as she walked along the pathway between the buildings. He had thought that she would kiss him, or that he would kiss her, but he had never been daring when it came to affection. He nervously wondered what he'd done wrong, but the mare soon disabused him of that notion as she paused to let him catch up and slid her fingers through his own lightly. The touch was gentle as her hip bumped against his own and with her other hand she offered something towards him with a slight smile playing on her mobile lips.

"Have a drink, I don't think you've been enjoying my hospitality this evening." She murmured softly. "And I thought you'd especially enjoy this vintage."

"Thank you." He grinned a little, letting the relief take away his nervousness that he had done something wrong. "I think it was just too crowded in there for me."

"I can imagine, why do you think I kept you close to me?" She winked brightly as he took the object and grinned as he felt the metal flask. "I was afraid you'd bolt on me."

"On you? Never?" He laughed and tossed back the flask to take a mouthful. The moment he did, the small swallow turned into a gulp as it proved to not be liquor at all.

It was something with a nutty flavor to it, something that was appealing and only faintly sweet. He licked his lips eagerly, brushing his tongue over his whiskers as he savored the warm taste that lingered there. There was a warmth to it as well, a hint of something spicy that slid down his throat and heated up his stomach pleasantly. Far superior to the bite of liquor or the too sweet drinks that most people had, he licked his lips after a few swallows and offered it back to the mare, grinning a little bit in appreciation. By that time, they had arrived at the barn that she'd wanted to show him.

It was a secondary building just down the hill, a smaller one in some ways, but it seemed as if it were far more new than the rest of them. The new tiles on the roof gleamed in the moonlight and there was obviously new lumber used in the fence that wrapped around the outer edges. There was a light glowing inside of it, bright and spilling into the darkness like a beacon as Riza paused at the door and turned to smile back at him, the expression almost teasing as he trotted the last few steps to catch up. He felt over heated, his clothing, which had been comfortable before, felt too heavy on his slight frame and his fur felt as if it were growing sweaty.

"This is new..." She brushed her hand on the door and then tilted her head towards him. "I think that you'll find that this is what you've always been looking for, Nipper. You just didn't realize it."

"Oh?" He grinned a little bit before she pushed the door open, the light spilling over him. "I think the company makes the place." He tried being suave, but the mare just whickered laughter so he flushed a bit more.

The moment he stepped into the small building, he tugged at his shirt collar, it was really growing too warm. It felt as if he'd stepped out into a muggy summer day and his ears tipped back against his head as he tried his best to ignore it so he could look around. It was strange enough that he nearly ignored it as he realized that he'd stepped into one massive stall instead of a building that had several of them. He stepped onto thick piles of golden straw, kicking up the edges as he blinked a few times and a frown formed on his face. It was nothing like a stable that he was thinking off, and certainly not one that he'd seen before. It was open and large enough to hold at least three stalls, with a large trough set high up on the wall, too high for a normal horse to reach. The water trough was the same way, higher up than it should have been and affixed at an angle.

It smelled like fresh straw and hay, nothing more, no scent of horse was on the air, though he could pick up the scent of leather. He blinked a few times as he felt another hot spike that rolled through him, like a blast of humid hot summer air that wrapped around him and made his breath come in a short gasp. His chest was tight feeling as he felt a hand stroke along his back, a gentle caress that made a shiver chase through the heat and he turned around towards Riza. She was watching him, intently as he tried to draw in a breath and center himself. It was just too warm in this place, so hot that he could almost taste the water on the air that made it so heavy and oppressive.

"It's empty?" He slurred out, unable to quite make his voice sound normal when he did so. "Where's the horse?"

"I haven't had a stallion here for quite a long time, sadly. I've had to send out for studs or use AI." Riza closed the door behind her firmly, the smile still teasing her features. "I never quite found the right one."

"That's too bad." Nipper's words were becoming harder to force out, his tongue felt swollen and heavy in his muzzle as he tried to make himself understood. "Maybe some day, though, you'll find the right one."

"Oh I have, that's why we've cleaned up the stall for him." The mare stepped around him slowly, her ears twitched up while he moved his hand down to tug at his shirt, trying to loosen it to cool down. "I had to wait for a certain type, intelligent, quiet, placid and able to be handled easily. One that can be trusted with my children, my mares, without harming them."

"Shhounds like a tall lisht.." His tongue was so heavy feeling, something was wrong, he was starting to sway back and forth, his breathing came in short pants as everything felt heavy, and wrong.

"Tall, but not unmanageable." Riza stepped towards him with her lips curved up with just a hint of a wicked smile. "Take off your shirt, Nipper, you're looking uncomfortable."

"What?" The buck blinked rapidly at her, not quite understanding as his coat began to grow damp with sweat as he kept fanning his shirt to cool himself off.

"Let me help." The hands moved to his chest and he swallowed, trembling as the dark grey began to tug lightly, unbuttoning the material as he tried to reach up and tug at them. "Easy, easy. It's alright, lad, it's alright..."

She murmured so softly to him as he trembled, something was wrong, so terribly wrong that he couldn't even put a finger on it. Riza pulled his shirt off him, revealing the soft white fur along his chest and stomach as she did so. The moment she did, he felt better for it, he felt as if could breathe and finally center himself. He drew in a breath and tried to talk, but all that came out was a shocked gasp as her fingers reached down to the edge of his pants and the belt there. He took half a step back, his eyes flashing a bit wildly as he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. His pants were feeling tight and strange, everything was wrong feeling, as if he had crawled into the wrong skin.

"Hey.." He slurred and pushed at the hands that were pressing against his belt, unhooking it so it loosened. "What are ya doin'?"

"Shhhh, good lad... Easy, old son, easy." Riza kept stroking him with one hand, and with the other she peeled off his pants, making him try to squirm away. This wasn't right. "I've waited for you for a long time."

Nipper trembled in place, his ears splayed to the side as his pants were carefully pulled down to his ankles. His legs felt all wrong, too heavy and unbalanced for him as he stumbled forward a step and nearly fell down, only the mare kept him upright. It was hot, too hot, his skin swollen and tight, sweat coating him as he let out a ragged sound from low in his throat and the world changed. As soon as he stepped out of his pants, his hooves began to change, they weighed him down as he tried to lift them up. He stumbled, no amount of help from the mare could stop him from falling as his hooves grew larger and rounder, the cleft in them sealing together into one heavy blocky hoof. He tumbled into the straw with an inarticulate cry, seeing a flash of his enlarged hooves that looked so outsized on his body, and the way that they were changing.

A fringe of white started to slide along his ankles, chasing up the back of his legs in a heavy spill of feathering as his legs began to grow larger and heavier by the moment. They were weighing him down, his entire lower body was growing larger as he pushed up on one arm and felt hands stroking along the edge of his jaw line. Riza was close to him, holding him to the straw as his legs became more muscular and broader, his lower body was growing as pressure started right along the line of his belly, just below his waist. He watched with wide wild eyes as his fur began to darken, changing to dark sooty black that caught the light with a brush of blue highlights right along hips hips. His tail spilled downwards, dark black as it ran down towards the back of his legs, a horse's tail.

"What are you doing?!" He squealed out, trying to get up, struggling, but the legs were too large and heavy to work right with his frame.

"Down... down stay down." She gripped his antlers in his hands as his eyes rolled with fear, watching as the fur along his belly changed... and more.

His stiff white sheath that hugged so snugly to his lower body started to loosen and hang down heavier, growing more pouch like as the tip of his narrow cock just barely peeped out of the opening. He was growing thicker, rounder, flaring out more heavily than he had ever imagined himself as his shaft suddenly drooped down a few inches. He'd always been 'hard' in one way or another thanks to the bone that ran through him, but now he was heavy and swinging low as the inches spilled down along his lower belly, growing more equine as it went. He whimpered a little and wriggled backwards, watching as his pale white ovids darkened and flared open wider and heavier between his legs and that was all he saw of his changing loins before he lost sight entirely.

His stomach pushed outwards, for a moment the pressure was unbearable and he let out a wild cry and writhed away, kicking raggedly before something pushed out of him. The strange gravid look of his body changed as two powerful legs pushed out of him and curled towards the ground. Glossy black and white, they stretched out to the side as his entire lower half began to grow larger and larger, a second chest barreled out and the stall began to fill with his changed body. He cast his legs about on the straw, writhing and kicking with his hind legs wildly as his tail twitched this way and that. The equine body was massive and powerful, far larger than any of the mares in the stable, muscles rippled beneath the glossy coat as something ran up along the line of his back.

A long thick mane ran down along the length of his back, spilling to either side of his shoulder as it trailed upwards towards the rise of his neck. Fingers were stroking him, caressing him and rubbing lightly while a thick spill of mane draped down over his eyes. The last of the change rippled over him, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, all he could do was lay there in the large open stall trembling and shaking, his breathing labored and gasping as Riza continued to run her fingers along his cheek, his chest, the feather light touches almost comforting as both of his chests rose and fell rapidly with every breath. His body was steaming in the light, the last of the heat being burnt off at the end of the change.

"My beautiful stallion." The fingers teased along his mane, making him flinch a little bit as he tried to clear his mind. "I've been waiting for you for what feels like forever."

"Wh-what did you do?" He managed to get the words out, rolling, slowly onto his belly. Or at least partially on his belly. He had too many legs, it was throwing him off.

"Sleep, Nipper, in the morning.. we'll have another conversation entirely." Riza murmured and her hands reached to cup either side of his cheeks, brushing a thumb over his cheek bones. "You'll want to be well rested for your.. training."

"But.." He started to protest, but the dappled mare leaned down and lightly kissed his lips, a brush of them sent a shock through him. They tasted like clover and honey as she pressed in firmly and the world darkened around him. Alarm and fear didn't keep him awake, not after her kiss, it drew him down into sleep.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dawn greeted the changed buck with the sounds that he was familiar with from his long lunches. The horses were calling to each other in the pasture, the sound of dogs barking and chickens somewhere in the distance. Nipper stirred to life to it all, barely able to remember why it was so out of place as he was allowed to open his eyes to the streaming sunlight that spilled over him. And that's when he saw the reality of what had happened to him the night before. All of his pale brown coat was replaced with vibrant dark black that ran all over him, save for his long powerful legs that were fringed in long white feathering. A Shire's body on his cervine torso, complete with a thick tail and a mane that ran along the line of his spine.

It took him hours to get up on all four hooves, he was as shaky as a new born foal and lacking the instinct that would get him right side up. Even on all fours he struggled to move, he had too many legs and controlling them was a foreign sensation. It was made more challenging by the piles of hay that caught against his broad hooves as it was kicked about and he nearly tripped half a dozen times. He was helpless as a horse, he had no idea how to move, or even do the most menial tasks. And he didn't know why. Why would Riza do this to him? How could she change him into this.. this thing? A centaur that could barely walk in a circle without stumbling on the overly large hooves?

The morning was made worse by the fact that he had woken up starving. He'd been hungry before, but this hunger was almost painful feeling as his stomach was tightened with pangs that were distracting and made him look around for food. There was nothing in the stall worth eating, straw and some green hay tossed in a trough situated high up on the wall. So he had to suffer through the hunger pangs that rippled along his larger stomach, making it hart to really think about his situation clearly. Or anything clearly for that matter.

It was afternoon, normally the time he went to watch the horses on his lunch, when the mare appeared again. Riza was no longer dressed in her fine outfit for her party, but the homey clothing that he was used to seeing her in. The moment she opened the door he paused in his attempt to scoop water up from the trough to get a drink and he flushed. He swung to one side, awkwardly stumbling with his large heavy body bumping against the side of the wall as his tail lashed back and forth along his haunches. His ears pinned back flat as she pushed the door open and swung a bucket into the room with her, a smile on her lovely features as she tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes brightening as she did so and Nipper jerked one of his hind legs up.

He knew he was exposed, he could feel the heavy equine sheath hanging down under his belly and peeping into sight. There was no real way to hide it save to lift his hind leg up at an odd angle and hope that she wasn't going to stare under him. She looked over him, sliding her eyes over his powerful body, gliding along the strong haunches and his lashing tail, looking up towards the broad chest and sizable forelegs. He ducked his head and tensed up, swallowing when she stepped a bit further into the room.

"Hungry?" She asked, pricking her ears up a little bit when she moved closer towards him and lifted up the bucket. His ears snapped up higher and his nose twitched, his stomach gave a painful contraction in response.

"Why did you do this?" The words tumbled out as she approached and he stomped a hoof nervously. "Is it going to wear off? Can't you just-"

"Food first. Come on." Riza gave a small smile and rattled the bucket again, the grain stirring inside of it as she shifted it around. "You must be hungry by now."

His belly growled, making him flush and tuck his head down a bit as the mare came up close enough to reach one of the troughs that were placed high up along the wall. His nostrils wrinkled back a little bit at the sweet scent of the grain and his stomach rumbled again as she tipped the bucket over. He had a moment of hope that it was some sort of granola she'd brought him for breakfast, or a mixed cereal, but as it was emptied out he saw that it was simply grain. Thick and coated with something sweet, but horse feed none the less. His ears twitched backwards a bit, nostrils flaring open at the scent on the air as she hit the bucket on the side of the trough to get the last of it from the bottom of the container.

"There you go." The mare gave a little bit of a pat against his equine shoulder. Nipper just stared at the grain, his ears tipped back and feeling disgusted, humiliated at what was being asked of him. He wasn't going to just push his nose in like an animal.

"Can't I have some cereal? Or at least some fruit?" Nipper's voice sounded small, his stomach cramping down as he stared at the mound of food. "Something not horse food."

Riza didn't answer him, she gave him another affectionate pat on the shoulder and moved past him and back towards the door. The changed deer looked back down at the food and crinkled his nose up in disgust. It didn't look exactly appetizing. The chunks of oats and grains, bits of alfalfa pellets and even some nuts were all mixed together and coated with something that smelled like molasses. It even smelled stale when he took in a deeper breath, but that didn't stop his stomach from twisting in hunger and growling. He was starving, painfully hungry to the point of feeling as if he were about to pass out, and there was food right in front of him. Hesitantly, he reached out and ran his fingers through the mound of horse feed, picking through it to try and pull out the nuts he could find. They were close to food at least.

The moment he got a few nuts in his mouth he nearly groaned with relief, the taste of it was stale and not even that appealing, but it was food. He began to work to pick through the grain a bit faster, using his fingers to flick through the mess. It was slow work, the nuts were hard to find in the pile, and he kept getting chunks of the other stuff mixed in as he became less picky about what he was doing. He started to not care as he kept working and digging through the pile, his hunger only growing from the slow intake of food. He wanted more, he needed more, he'd felt as if he hadn't eaten in weeks instead of simply a day. He began to scoop up handfuls of grain, forgetting his resolve to simply eat the peanuts and forgo anything that looked like horse feed. He was too hungry to care about his pride in that moment.

Nipper ate rapidly, he was starving and he didn't quite pay attention to what was going on around him as in that moment all he knew was the need to fill his stomach as fast as he possibly could, no matter the cost. He didn't quite pay attention to the sounds around him, and he only made a protesting noise when he felt hands brush along his arms. The changed deer tried to get himself to pay attention to who had just come into the stall, but the moment he did, his stomach reminded him of a far more important job that he was supposed to be tending too. And that was to his stomach.

His arms were pulled back, the food tumbled down back into the trough and he finally blinked his eyes a few times and turned his head. Riza, and a scruffy looking old dog were beside him, one each pulling his arms behind his back. The moment he started to protest, the dog tipped something into his trough to distract him, and if he hadn't been so hungry it would have never worked. As it was, he looked down at the red and white mints with his mouth starting to water with anticipation. It didn't take long for him to dip his head back down and scoop them up on his tongue, his arms pulled towards the center of his back while he was distracted.

Leather straps came out, he felt them wrapping around his forearms, the buckles jingling lightly as they did so and all he could do was shift in place, his hooves thudding under him restlessly. He knew he should lift his head, but he was so hungry and he was able to gulp down large mouthfuls with his muzzle in the trough, he was finally getting the food at a pace that was actually curbing his hunger. He worked his lips rapidly, swallowing and barely chewing as his arms were pulled back tightly with the leather straps. The tightening of them made him let out a soft noise, only to feel the fingers running along the nap of his neck teasingly. He swallowed a mouthful and lifted his crumb coated muzzle a bit, he tried to tug his arms around, the leather creaked in reaction and he lifted his head up higher.

More treats spilled down under his nose, the sweet taste of them drawing him back into trying to inhale more food. His tongue swept out, using lips as well to get a mouthful in before swallowing, finally feeling some of the hunger starting to abate the more he hate. His tail lashed behind him, sweeping over his haunches as he soon found the bottom of the trough, his lips scraping against it before he jerked his head up and blinked a little bit. His ears pinned down and lifted his head up, he'd eaten all of it. The mare had brought in a bucket filled to the brim with the stuff, at least five pounds of food and he'd gone through it all in just a matter of moments. He took another step backwards, blinking his eyes a little rapidly, but at least he felt full, his stomach stretched taut enough that his hunger was no longer an issue, but he had new ones to worry about.

He tugged at his bound arms and swung around, his clumsy hind end crashed against something that let out a soft wuff sound and he twisted about to see the old dog taking a few steps back. He knew the dog, he'd seen the dog in the past working around the farm, a greying old hound that was short and tough looking. The canine reached out and gave a sudden shove right against his haunches, making him stumble to one side uncertainly.

"Here now, let's not crowd poor Yanish." Riza let out a soft laugh and her hands reached up to cup right against his cheeks, he pulled back a touch, but the fingers kept rubbing him. "Easy, old son."

"What do you want? Untie me!" Nipper asked, he was confused, scared, humiliated, but the fingers started to rub along his cheeks soothingly, her palms cupped against his smooth curved jaw. "Riza..."

"Shh shhh shh...." The mare murmured softly, pulling his head down so he bent his cervine torso town towards her. Her touch was so gentle, smoothing towards the length of his ears. "Good fellow..."

He wanted to pull away, but her gentle touch had him leaning into her as she continued to speak softly. The gentle murmuring words were strangely soothing as she continued to pet him, rubbing along his ears, even his antlers, brushing away the crumbs that had gathered along the edges of his muzzle. The tickling touch had his ears twitching this way and that, up until one of her hands drew away briefly and when it returned, there was a sudden brush of leather along his slender muzzle. He let out a startled noise, his head lifting, but a hand gripped his antlers and kept his muzzle angled lower.

"I know this must be so terribly strange for you, it's always strange at first." Riza murmured softly, the leather was dragging up his muzzle. She had a bridle! "It's always hard to understand when ones wishes come true."

"I didn't wish for.. NNNNF!" Cold metal slipped into his mouth, clattering against his teeth and bringing with it a harsh metallic taste that had his nose crinkling up in disgust.

"Perhaps not out loud, but there aren't many people that admit such wishes out loud." Riza answered, the bridle was pulled around his ears and antlers, the buckles being joined behind the tall rack. "But I could see what you were when you came so often, you kept watching the herd, not simply to watch them."

"Ah jusht wash watching!" He slurred in reaction, the words mangled by the bit as the last buckle was fastened along his cheek.

"No, you were bonding." Riza stepped back, the reins hanging from her hand. "You were wanting to be there, to leave the world behind you, that's what I've been waiting for."

"Why?!" He tried to stumble backwards, tugging his head up against the reins, not that it helped. His heavy hooves thudded on the ground, swinging around before Yanish gave his haunches a shove to keep him from backing into a corner.

"Because I haven't had a stud here for years, and now we finally have one." Riza smiled with her lips curved up in a slow wicked smile. "One I can trust with my children... after you're well trained enough."

The reins tightened and drew him forward, the tug made him stumble before he locked his legs in place in an attempt to keep himself from being dragged towards the door. He twisted and jerked his hands, if they'd been unbound he could have at least peeled the bridle off, but without them he was helpless. A snap right on his ass made him let out a short squeal and stumbled forward, his hooves thudding wildly under him as he turned about and pinned his ears to glare at the aging canine. Foot by foot he was led out of the large stable, his tail twitched back and forth nervously as he stepped out onto the soft thick grass and the sunlight spilled over his dark ebony form.

He flinched a little, his head turned about wildly, half expecting to see people watching the big reveal. His tail snapped this way and that, his ears pinned flat back while he swung around the mare just gave another firm tug against the reins. The sunlight was warm on his back, the ground uneven and strange under his heavy hooves as he was led forward. He shifted the bit along his tongue, rolling along the underside while Riza continued to praise him, soft meaningless words that coaxed him to follow her. The heat rising to his cheeks and ears as he glanced around the familiar surroundings, realizing just how exposed he was. Riza gave him no slack to fight the reins as he was led around the barns.

He high stepped, prancing and fidgeting as the reins tightened and leaned his head down towards her, keeping him close as he was led to the main barn and the large open double doors. His nostrils flared a little bit, tasting the familiar scents from the night before. The place still smelled like it had before, warm horse scents and hay, straw and leather, but now the scents were more interesting. They were sharper and sweeter, his nostrils flaring open as he was given another tugging of the reins that draw him onto the smooth clean wooden floor with a hollow clop of his hooves. He flared his nostrils open wider and drew in a deeper breath.

It smelled arousing and sweet, clinging to his muzzle as he drew in a deep enough breath that his broad chest felled out and he could taste it sliding along his tongue. The moment he drew in that scent his tail began to twitch back and forth rapidly this way and that, his ears pricking forward despite the fact that he was being handled casually by the mare. He was led past the line of stalls that had been filled last night, but now they were all open, the mares and their foals led out into the pasture where he used to watch them. But the scent remained behind, making him feel a roil of emotions that had his stomach tensing up in strange ways.

"Here we are, my fine lad.." Riza gave a little push against his shoulder, edging him into an open cross section of the barn. "We'll get you cleaned up for the day, hmm?"

"Mmmf?" Nipper ducked his head a little and flinched as a lead was clipped onto one side of his bridle, and a second hooked to the other side.

"A good thing I opted for inside..." The mare murmured as she moved along the side of his broad body, her hands smoothed and stroked along his glossy chest and back.

"Wha?" He turned his head about, the cross ties drew him up short as he tried to look back to where she was stroking.

He didn't have to look, Nipper felt a brush of her fingers running along the underside of his chest, the caress light until they brushed against something heavy hanging down beneath his loins. He jerked a leg up, trying to keep himself hidden as she ran her fingers around his cock. He'd managed to drop out of his sheath while walking into the barn, not all the way, but enough that the mare's fingers could wrap just around his swollen tip and made him hunch his back up. She was so gentle, caressing him so that his hind legs splayed open slightly and he let out a low noise in his throat, more and more of his cock began to spill out from his sheath. His ears were burning in embarrassment as he tried to stop himself from reacting.

Both of her hands moved down and pulled back on his sheath, tugging it backwards as his cock spilled downwards towards the ground, swaying back and forth. The weight of the tip dragged more and more of his spire outwards, moving past the long fingers that gave little tugs. He shuddered in place, his tail snapping his way and that as he alternately tried to shy away and leaned forward into her touch. The inches spilled down until the thickest point of the base hung down full and heavy between his hind legs, dangling so far down that it shamed what he had once possessed. He balled his fingers up into fists and splayed his hind legs open a bit wider as her fingers trailed upwards towards his belly. The first dribble of precum oozed down towards the ground with a wet splatter.

"Let's get you brushed off, hmm?" Riza moved her hands entirely away from his swollen girth and patted his back. He let out a short protesting noise, bucking his hips forward again as she moved away from him entirely.

The buck struggled to turn his head about, twisting it to one side so that he could look behind him as the dappled mare moved to the wall of grooming supplies. He didn't want to be groomed! He wanted that touch back. And it was made worse by the fact he was still surrounded by the scent of the mares surrounding the building. It kept him swinging back and forth as she took a brush to his broad body with as little concern about his feelings as she would give a horse. She leaned into the strokes, sweeping out clumps of hair as she went along him, her fingers gliding this way and that to help guide the strokes. Nipper set his ears back and tried to glare at her as there was no change in the throbbing desire that was building beneath him.

If anything, it was growing worse, he could smell the mares and now he knew what that scent was gauged by the reaction to his body. His dark padded nose worked greedily, swallowing down each and every breath of as his cock flexed beneath him. He could feel it stiffening every time the mare brushed a sensitive spot on her, every time that brush worked in another tortuous caress just along his belly and never touching his thickened dark length. He snorted out roughly and tossed his head, trying to jerk forward to grind into even that hint of touch, and that's when his cock did something entirely unexpected.

It slapped up roughly up beneath his chest and splattered precum against him, forcing a shudder to travel down the length of his spine as he kept his ears flat back to his head and locked his legs in place. It had felt good, a bare brush of his underside, but it had been something to relieve the pressure that was growing. He'd never felt this way before, a wild sensation that he couldn't contain within the bounds of civility or held back by his own embarrassment. He hunched his hips and tightened muscles that he'd never possessed before and flexed his cock up to slap against his belly again with a splatter of precum that hit along his legs once more. The rivulets dribbled downwards while the mare brushed upwards and tended right along his chest, moving in front of him.

He strained against the locked bridle, leaning down to look at her with his ears flicking up at the sight of her breasts in her shirt, the spill of her mane along her face and he lunged forward again. It was a mindless sort of need, his body coursing with hormones and desires that had never been present when he had only been a deer, and now he couldn't stop it. He was flushing in humiliation, but not even that stopped his girth from swinging hard and heavy beneath his belly, not when the mare lightly ran her fingers beneath the curve of his jaw, spreading them open delicately, running towards his ears as she ran the brush back down his chest.

"An unbroken stallion... That is something that I can't have on my farm, I fear." She murmured softly, and he fluttered his eyes shut as she leaned against him, brushing along him and the mare scent made his body surge hotly again. He wanted her, wanted to possess her, the animalistic sensation made him dizzy. "It's time to see how well you do under saddle."

_Saddle?! _ Nipper's thoughts were shocked and he gave his head a shake back and forth, jerking the bit around in his mouth as he did so. He wasn't really a horse, no matter how she was teasing him.

In the end, there was no denying what she was going to do, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. The saddle was an English one, light and padded with plush fleece as it was placed on his broad back. Where she had gotten a saddle meant for an equine his size he had no idea, he was bigger than the mares by far! Except, the way she handled him, the way that she strapped the girth in place, her hands skillfully moving his turgid cock as if she had done it before. Had she done this before? The stall was built for a horse fall taller in the head than any that she possessed. The thought made him shiver a little, if she had done this before, what happened to the last 'stud' that she'd had here?

Whatever thoughts he might have entertained on that front were lost as a warm caressing hand reached out and grabbed his glans in her fingers, the oozing precum spilled along the edges as she squeezed. The light caressing rubs trailed up along the edges of her cock base, pulling the spire upwards while something was tugged down from the saddle. He tried to twist his head, ears remained pinned flat down to his head as he tried to see what was going on. He was throbbing, his cock pulsing with nearly the edge of an orgasm from the caressing fingers that teased around him. The loose straps were pulled under him, and something soft and smooth was tugged up tight right under his cock, near the sheath.

It was a long padded piece of something, perhaps leather, but softer as it rested a few inches along his cock and kept it snugged upwards towards his belly with only the last half dangling beneath him out of the way. He tried to hump against it again, arching his back slightly while his hind legs splayed open a bit wider as he let out a wordless groan of pleasure. She moved beneath him, fixing up the strap under and to the other side of the saddle so that his member was entirely hanging down beneath him, but no longer drooping so close to the ground. Gods it felt so good, good enough that he began to rock his hips back and forth, swaying slightly while Riza stood up and gave his haunches a pat.

"There we go, just needed to get things out of the way, eh lad?" Her hand came into view, unclipping the cross ties so he could lower his head and swing towards her. It was so awkward with his hands tied behind back, but he tried to swing around to get closer to her. He wanted closer to her. "None of that, we've got to get your training underway."

Riza was laughing at him softly, reaching out to catch his reins and swung to his side and out of reach. Nipper let out a short noise as her hoof set into the stirrup and suddenly the saddle swayed to one side of his body. The centaur shied to one side away from her, not used to the feel of the weight swinging onto him, but she was prepared for it, she swung up to the saddle with a creak of leather. He knew she was large, she was a draft mare, but she barely felt as if she weighed anything on his back. His legs tensed slightly and he tried to turn around, but her hand moved to grip his shoulder and put his head forward again.

"Now, let's see if we can get those hooves working, my lad." The mare chirped cheerfully and the reins were pulled over his shoulder, tugging lightly along his tongue.

The touch of her heels was startling enough that he didn't struggle against the command to step forward. He moved with his large feathered legs lifted high, walking along the hall of the barn with his chests heaving with each breath. He was utterly humiliated, and more aroused than he had ever been in his young life. Her body was warm against him, her legs gripped the sides of his chest tightly as she moved in time with his heavy steps. He stiffened under himself, the caressing of the leather pad that held him up was deliciously sensitive as his cock as it slapped upwards against his chest, the muscles tensing up. Strands of precum were spilling down towards the ground messily, leaving dribbles behind him as the mare shifted along the saddle, making him imagine those legs gripping him in another way entirely.

One hand held the reins, and the other gripped the mane right at the nape of his neck and kept a tight hold as he walked out of the barn and out into the sun, shamelessly showing off his arousal. The mare tugged on the reins and pulled lightly, tugging his chin down towards his chest and his slender neck arched. Once they were out of the barn, she gave another purposeful shift of her hips, rubbing and pushing against the saddle so that he felt his cock being stroked by the leather pad. It was distracting, distracting enough that he didn't fight when she nudged him with her hooves and sent him off in a loose circle around the barn.

Her fingers ran down along the line of his mane, tickling lightly so that his skin twitched and quivered. He let out a short noise, rumbling in his throat as he gave a little turn to the side, swinging about this way and that before she drew him back again. She didn't talk to him, she didn't tell him what he wanted to do, she showed him through the tugging of the reins against the corners of his lips. The light tugs and turns made him swing around in a circle, his cock swinging up and down against his chest as he did so. The scent of the mare clung to him, her touch was driving him crazy and he turned his head, trying to nuzzle back against her, but the moment she did he was greeted with a laugh.

"Oh no you don't, pet. You have to keep your attention on what we're doing." The reins tugged again and turned him about again, his tail flagging and lashing back and forth. "A horse needs to know his place, doesn't he?"

_I'm not a horse. _ He tried to keep his mind on that thought, but he barely contained it as his cock flexed upwards with a lewd clapping noise again and she leaned forward.

"Nod, Nipper. Nod and show you understand, you're a horse. My horse. My beautiful stallion." Riza ran her fingers along the nape of his neck again, gripping his mane so that head was pulled backwards.

Nipper prance stepped in place, his tail flagging again while she pressed along the line of his back. He could feel the softness of her breasts, the way that her breath tickled right against the edge of his shoulder. The reins gave another tug and he partially reared upwards, a quiver running right along the line of his haunches and made a low noise in his throat. He was fogged over with desire, a need that was building and making it impossible to think about anything but what she was saying and the feel of creaking leather along the line of his broad back. He panted shallowly, his breathing coming in rapid bursts before there was another firm tug against his mane.

"Answer me." Riza purred, making him tense up as she stood up in the stirrups, her hold on him possessive. His head nodded up and down slowly, his ears burning a deep hot red all the way down towards his cheeks and muzzle. "That's my good boy."

He was shaking as he stepped forward again, the mare controlling his every move and making him work a slow steady circle again. He was hers. The thought didn't terrify him, it electrified and thrilled him, her possessive grip on him only added to it. He didn't resist as she began all over again, every touch, every command, bringing with it a sense of humiliation and arousal that tumbled together shamelessly.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Nipper's days became a haze of training under the mare, of grooming and primping, of being ridden or lunged until obeying her became habit. And every time she did, she would stop near the end and demand that he acknowledge that she owned him, she had taken him, she was hers to do with what she wanted. There was no escaping that fact, even if he wanted too he couldn't. All he knew was the white hot desire and a craving for her that he couldn't possibly stop, even if he wanted too. She roused him, day after day he was brought to full hardness and given no relief, not even on his own. At the end of the day he was returned to the stable and allowed to bed down, no matter how hard he was. And he had tried to relieve himself, he had tried so often and the frustration of failure was almost as terrible

And he looked forward to it, her touch, her dominance took over his life as she took away his choices. He didn't have to worry about work, or bills or anything, his only worry was pleasing her and she seemed all too easily pleased simply by the fact that he obeyed her. The few afternoons that she didn't have much time for him, he yearned after her. Her quiet touch, her gentle praise, the way that she would often let his arms free when he was with her so that she could tend him. He had to earn his arms being free, but even when they were bound helpless behind his back, he enjoyed it. Because when they were bound, she sometimes sat up higher in her saddle that his fingers brushed places that he now dreamed about, living in a pleasurable sort of hell. It continued on and on, until one bright day, he was taken from his stall, but he wasn't brought to the main barn to be brushed and saddled up.

"Do you know, my fine lad, that a stallion is often not allowed to mount a mare because he is too vicious?" Riza murmured as he followed her, the halter loose on his head, he didn't need to be tugged to follow his Mistress.

"No, ma'am." Nipper almost whispered the words as she turned him towards one of the few buildings he'd never been inside.

"Many stallions bite or have little consideration for the mares they breed, hurting them or causing them to struggle." She ran her fingers along his side as he kept pace with her easily on his massive hooves. He didn't answer, she hadn't directed a question at him after all.

He should have been horrified at how easily he had slid into this life, angry that he had been placed in a position where he was at the whim of the mare, but he only felt pleasure that she was stroking him. He followed her to a rolling door that was pushed back and at first, he couldn't figure out what he was being brought here for. He was distracted by the strokes of the hand along the sweep of his haunches, the gentle touch that guided him further into the room with a dull thud of his hooves on the rubber mats that covered the ground. It took Nipper several moments to realize that he wasn't standing in a normal part of the farm.

His legs went tense as he realized that there were heavy cuffs resting on the ground and locked into large metal rings that were set into the ground, above them swung a large metal bar that was padded over with leather, swinging back and forth on silver linked chains. There was a bench under it, bolted into the floor and well-padded with thick looking leather and a smaller one set right in front of the bigger one, almost under the metal rod hanging from the ceiling. He set his ears back slightly, and took an automatic movement towards the door before the grip on his lead tightened. The firm tug made him step forward, the rubber matting bowed under his large hooves as he was drawn towards the set up.

And it smelled like mare, that familiar warm scent that made his chest start to hammer with his rapid heartbeat. She didn't let him step back, or think, the firm tug pulled along his halter as he moved around the set up and his sides began to tense up. That scent, he lived with that scent, a tortuous reminder of just how much he wanted to get at it, to drag it down and find relief in the delicious promise that it was offering him. He was trembling with each step, he couldn't concentrate on anything except for that beautiful scent and the warmth of her hand sliding along his broad shoulder. He wanted her, god he wanted someone, anyone, he felt as if he were losing control of his sanity as his cock spilled down under him and began to sway back and forth. Every breath was coming out in huffs and puffs, his eyes wide as she tugged him forward.

The sight of the bench, it was right THERE, he knew it was, he wanted it. He was ashamed of the fact that just seeing the soft padded leather made him want to mount it, but he couldn't stop that thought as he was led up so close that his chest bumped against it, or rather, his lower horse chest bumped against it. His tail whipped back and forth behind him, nostrils flared open wide and he nearly reared back onto his haunches. His sheath was spreading open, his cock burgeoning and spilling downwards so that it swayed wildly back and forth as he moved. His sides were trembling and quivering as he began to pant shallowly, his padded nose quivered as inch by inch the weight began to drop lower and lower, he knew what was going to happen next, he'd be teased and taunted, he'd be roused and worked over and given no relief. Relief was forbidden to him, he knew that, but it didn't stop his body from reacting as the mare tossed the lead of his halter up and over the hanging pole.

"Easy, easy..." Her hand slid along his chest, the fingers dragged lightly as he shifted his weight towards his haunches. "So eager..."

Nipper flushed, his attempts to be embarrassed were falling away in the face of the lust that built between his loins. A painful need that was throbbing and filling out his flesh wider and wider, the strain growing along his sheath as the thickness of the base flopped out and a thick strand of precum drooled from the tip and towards the ground. His breathing came out in short sounds as the mare slipped along his chest, he felt Riza's deft fingers tickling and caressing against the smooth coat. Her warm soft body ran against him as she pulled at the lead, tugging it firmly over the bar so that it drew his head out and forced him to stretch forward. His eyes were wide, trying to focus on him despite the fact he had to strain to twist his head to one side to really look at her. She was pulling her shirt off, dragging it off to reveal the soft smooth breasts and dark tipped nipples.

His cock surged upwards and slapped against the underside of his chest and belly with a loud clapping noise before swinging down again. His cheeks burned hotly while only one hand remained on his lead, making him shudder and snap his tail back and forth, his eyes rolling wildly. He side stepped and pranced as her bare breasts brushed against him, there was the sound of a zipper being undone, the slow drag that made him lunge forward blindly. He wanted her! The half horse flared his nostrils wildly, not thinking as his cock stiffened under him, only to have the lead snap down harder, tugging with the chain as a warning so he froze, too well trained to keep at it. He was shaking, his legs splayed and locked in place, quivering and shuddering as she slipped backwards.

"We have to make sure you'll make a fine stud, don't we?" She murmured, his head twisted and watched as she slipped onto the leather stand and slipped backwards. He couldn't quite see right, not when the lead was pulled tight over the bar set high up on the ceiling, but he wanted to see her. Was she nude? Entirely nude?

He was shaking, holding still, or rather as still as he could be with his haunches trembling and quivering in place. His cock was drooling out hot dribbles of precum towards the ground, the underside of his chest was slick with it as the mare settled back and shifted up high enough he saw a glimmer of the dark tear shaped sex. He jerked against the lead, his ears flipping back and forth wildly, he wanted her, needed her, his body was on fire with a desire that was coursing through him. His training kept him still, the ache in his loins only grew worse as the mare shifted higher up and set her broad hooves into the braces meant to keep her in place. There was a light tug against the lead, one that pulled his head up and forward.

For a moment Nipper couldn't figure out what he was being told, his sides were quivering and his breathing came in short bursts as his chest bumped against the device and made it rock slightly. He flipped his ears back and kept them firmly pinned to his head as the lead was given another tug and he felt the brush of a leg against the side of his equine shoulder. It was too much, she was taunting him, teasing him, his body was so tense that he felt as if he were about to explode. As his head was tugged up higher, he lost control, the warmth of her body laying right in front of him, the pounding of his heart, they all merged together as he let out a short noise low in his throat and reared upwards.

His heavy hooves slid to either side of the thing as he reared upwards onto his haunches and his head suddenly shot up higher in the air. He could barely balance his torso on the stallion's lower body, he ended up reaching out and catching ahold of the bar hanging from the ceiling and leaning into it, trying desperately to keep himself from falling over as his forelegs slid up and to either side of the padded device Riza was laying out on. His legs clamped down to either side and clenched tightly as he felt her warm body sliding along his chest, and that was enough to take away his panic at trying to control his body. Nothing mattered now except her, nothing at all, she was the only thing that mattered in his world, her body under him.

He shuddered and snorted as his cock swung up and he heard the mare let out a noise as the heavy mottled weight pushed up blindly along her stomach and he hunched his back and drove forward. She was so warm under him, her hide so soft, his cock tip battered right up along her breasts and rubbed along them, smearing his precum over them before he pranced backwards again and flagged his tail up high in the air. The next thrust forward came with the feel of her fingers gliding over him, so gentle and warm as they wrapped along his cock tip and he nearly went right then and there, his tip flared open wide and he let out a noise as he clamped his fingers harder around the bar and tucked his head down. His balls churned already, tightening between his legs, but the sinful mare released her hold before he could push himself over the edge just from her fingers.

Some small part of his mind that retained some grasp of civilized thought was horrified at his reactions and what he was doing, but it was thrown away as he dragged his hips back again and shuddered as his heavy cock tip trailed down her stomach. His mare, this was his mare! His mind wildly flung the thoughts at him as his hind legs tensed up when his cock tip ran along the small of her belly and briefly kissed something far softer and warmer. He didn't wait, he stiffened his cock and rammed forward, only to slid up over again, Nipper let out a guttural noise of frustration and dragged backwards again, his forelegs scrabbled on either side of the device, trying to get a better hold as his cock pulled back again. And someone grabbed it.

Not Riza, the hands were harder and a bit rougher than hers had been, but the hold forced him back and dragged his tip downwards to help aim him. Blood rushed to his features, but his embarrassment didn't matter, what mattered is that his cock tip was guided down and pushed right up against the snug tear shaped opening. He felt her warmth, her slickness, his precum spilled over her before the former deer gave a sudden lurch forward and bucked his haunches down. This was his! She belonged to him, she had always belonged to him. He felt dizzy, almost ready to pass out as he felt her walls spread around his glans, yawning open wide under the force of his thrust and her hands gripped his muscular forelegs as he began to push himself into her silken body.

He had dreamed of her, he had lusted after her, in the last few weeks he had been forced to feel her on his back, touching him, caressing him and grooming him. It had built up to a fever that lost any room for shame or humiliation. He wanted her, he needed her, he pressed down against her as his haunches quivered and his cock bowed. She was so tight, he had to work and his hips shuddered and bucked as he worked his way inside of her, feeling the rippling muscles spreading around him and clutching down tightly. The copious dribble of precum helped to lubricate her, being flung in deep as he wedged inwards and heard her cry out under him. Her fingers clutched his legs harder as he gave a short bucking hop and buried himself in all the way to the medial ring.

His balls tightened, his tip began to spread open wider, but he wasn't done, he wasn't going to go yet! He finally had her beneath him! With a groan he pulled his hips back and slipped through her passage and felt the slickness clinging around him as he drew halfway out before plunging forward again with a low groan. Her body was so tight it was almost painful, he had to battle the powerful birthing muscles that closed and clutched around him so that every drag back made him tense up. She arched herself under him, her hips rose until his medial ring began to wedge into her with a slippery wet popping sound before he pulled backwards again. Her own slickness coated his mottled shaft as he tugged backwards again and shuddered when he felt her bucking up beneath him.

The grip on his lead tightened and his head tilted down just enough to see the mare holding his forelegs, clutching at him as he plunged back into her body. She was rocked under him as his medial ring pushed past her tight passage and worked in deeper before he pulled back again, his entire body feeling as if it were afire with the need that was building up inside of him. He worked his way into her body, pushing in deeper as a thick wash of precum spilled into her and bottomed out when he plunged in too deep making the mare whicker out beneath him. How he loved that sound, his chest soared and he rolled his hips, grinding and making his cock bow with the pressure before pulling back again with a smooth stroke that tugged his swollen tip along the slippery walls that squeezed and released in pulses.

Nipper's sides quivered as he pulled backwards again, this time too hard, too eager to continue thrusting into her body. His swollen tip popped out of her passage with a lewd wet noise, splattering her stomach with his precum before he lunged forward wildly. His forelegs hooked up higher along the bench and tugged roughly before he plunged back into her body without pause. He hunched his back and gave a harder buck, barely dragging back before plunging back into her body, feeling the way she writhed beneath him and arched upwards. His eyes squeezed shut, his breathing came out in short hot bursts and primal groans, his sides tensing up as his balls began to pull up between his haunches.

Her walls were tightening, milking and suckling greedily around his cock, his mare was arching beneath him so that he could feel the warmth of her body against his chest as he shuddered in place. His his his!! The thoughts ran over his mind, this was his mare and his alone. He had won her! He would breed her! His tail flagged up high behind him as his balls pulled up tight. His tip flared out, grinding against her cervix as the flesh began to swell open wider and wider, prying her apart just that much more as the first pulse ran through him. He felt dizzy with relief and pleasure as the pressure finally came to a head and erupted, the first hot wave of his cum spilled into the mare in a stream that bottomed out within her smaller body.

His haunches were trembling, his tail quivering as rope after rope pulsed through him and spilled into her, claiming her body as his own while his sides rose and fell rapidly. He lowered his head slightly and felt the last gooey spill oozing out of his cock as it softened, his legs barely held him up as her walls continued to milk and squeeze around him, coaxing the last thick drops from him to push in deep and rub right over the line of her cervix. It was thicker than his cum, stickier as the gel formed a plug inside of her and his heavy cock spilled out as it softened. It swung down beneath him, swaying this way and that while the lead went loose and allowed him to step backwards and slip from the device.

His breathing was labored, short heavy pants as he stared down at Riza in a mixture of utter humiliation and pure triumph as he tried to catch his breath. It hadn't been what he wanted, he had imagined romance and desire, hands on one another's body and a tumble in the bed, not behaving like a mindless stallion being presented to a mare. His cheeks burned and he flicked his eyes away, but still he felt triumphant as his glistening cock pulled back in the cavernous sheath, slithering out of view once more.

"Good lad." Riza murmured and sat up with a lazy grin on her lovely features, her nude body relaxing on the mounting block, his cum coated her glistening folds making him look away hastily. "Such a good stallion."

She stood up slowly, making him fight to keep his eyes on the ground instead of on her nude frame as she approached him. He could SMELL her, she still smelled so deliciously good that his body tensed up as her fingers reached up and hooked along his halter so she could catch his lead. He didn't fight when she tugged the lead, he just wanted to crawl into his stall and ignore what he'd just done. How could he behave in such an animalistic fashion? He knew better!! Her training shouldn't have erased so much of himself that he couldn't even behave like a rational creature. Truly he shouldn't have. He would do better, he had to learn how to do better.

As he was walked out of the barn he felt the eyes of other farm workers on him, he fidgeted and did his best to keep his focus on something other than the mare in front of him. She hadn't bothered putting on clothing, she seemed perfectly at home walking with his scent still clinging to her. Partway across the path he began to drop again, his body not caring what his mind thought as it let him know in no uncertain terms that she was still just as appealing now as she had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't until he heard the fence opening front of him did he drag his gaze up to realize that he wasn't being brought back to the stall he had been using. He was being led to one of the back pastures where several horses were cropping grass busily.

"Alright, lad, you go on to work. They've been waiting for you." Riza let out a soft laugh as she lifted her hands and unclipped the lead from his head while he stared at her in utter confusion. "Go on! GET!"

The last word was said with the crack of the lead against his muscular haunches making him startle and stumble past her. He nearly tripped as he got a few paces away and heard the loud clatter of the gate shutting behind him. He was being set loose? He'd never been allowed to run free in a pasture before, and he had no idea what to do. He glanced wildly back at her to see her resting her arms against the top of the fence, leaning in such a way that her ample lovely breasts were put on display. His nostrils flared, and a scent hit him hard enough that he froze and his eyes snapped open wide. Mare scent, heat scent, feral hot and flooded with pheromones that made his heart hammer against his chest and his head lift up high in the air.

One of the mares in the pasture whickered curiously and the centaur's eyes were dragged towards her, he couldn't stop himself, he had lost the ability to control that part of his body. Instead, he stared at the mare that was snuffing the air towards him and he drank in her scent as the wind fluttered along his tail teasingly. It was her, she smelled... so good. His cock began to droop down lower at her scent and he lifted one heavy hoof to take a step towards her. It didn't matter he had just had Riza, his body was already recovering, that scent made it recover, the promise of a ripe fertile womb just waiting for him to make claim to it and make her belly swell. Nipper took step after step towards her, his member swinging low and heavy for his mare.

They were all his mares, his herd, and he would see them all carrying his foals before he was done. There was no longer room in his mind to be ashamed of himself, he had a duty to perform, and a pleasure. And perhaps he would have his Mistress again afterwards if he did a fine job and treated his ladies well.